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Another day went by in the Capital Wasteland, as the cloudy, green sky beamed on what remained of Washington DC. Despite everything the world threw at them, some people were able to retain their virtues and values, and among them, was the Lone Wanderer. Her story began when her father left their radiation-free bunker, Vault 101. Ever since then, she had become caught up in her father’s attempts to produce clean water from everyone, Project Purity. But before he could get it up and running, the US government, the Enclave, were quick to step in and take authority. As a result, her father perished. It had been a few weeks since then, in which she managed to escape the Enclave’s clutches and made brief contact the with the former US military, the Brotherhood of Steel. After that, she insisted that she had time to herself to grieve, and was seldom seen.

Despite the low profile she tried to keep, her previous actions had already caught the attention of the President of the United States and of the Enclave, one John Henry Eden. He had frequently received reports of a girl in a blue jumpsuit that had been taking on ghouls, mercenaries, super mutants, and more. The last report he had received, was when she escaped the memorial, killing any Enclave soldiers that stood in her way. He knew that war with the Brotherhood of Steel was inevitable, and if he could influence her early enough, she might be a huge deciding factor in who wins. Additionally, she was young, skilled with a gun, held relation to her father’s work, and if he played his cards right, could be the successor to his current second-in-command, Colonel Augustus Autumn. The man was getting older, and that was a source of concern, as there was no one up to par to eventually take his place.

One day, in the city ruins, she walked past an Enclave Eyebot. Normally, she left them alone, but this one caught her attention. The voice broadcasted on it was talking to her.

“Hello there. Yes, you in the Vault 101 jumpsuit. I’d like to have a chat with you, if you don’t mind.”

It was strange, but weirder stuff had happened in the Capital Wasteland, so she turned around, indulging the voice.

The Eyebot continued, “I think we’ve got off on the wrong foot, and I would like to-“

She quickly cut the bot off. “I’m sorry, but I have no idea who you are, though your voice sounds familiar… Aren’t you that Henry John Adams guy?”

“Oh, where are my manners? I assumed you knew who I was, but you know the old saying about what happens when you assume. My name is John Henry Eden, President of the United States, and of its proud government, the Enclave. To be frank my dear, I’m quite interested in you. You must admit, It’s not every day a Vault dweller leaves their own Vault, builds a reputation for themselves, all while surviving all the horrors this ‘Capital Wasteland’ has to offer.”

She remembered how everything was going perfectly for her and her father, until the Enclave stepped in. They were going to finally begin using the water purifying technology he had worked so hard on. Things became worse, when her father, in the ultimate bid to spite them, gave his life to take out their Colonel. With this, the Wanderer was forced to escape underground with the rest of the scientists. She expected the Enclave to come after her, but she didn’t expect it so early.

“If you’re with the Enclave, then we have nothing to discuss.” She walked away, but didn’t get very far before Eden continued talking.

“Oh, but we do! I’ll even answer any of your questions and concerns. Consider it a token of my gratitude for hearing me out.”

This was a chance to get some answers, so she stuck around.

“Fine, I'll bite. Exactly what do you want from me?”

“Don't you see? We have a lot more in common than what meets the eye, you and I. We both want to make this country a better place, and try as we might, we cannot accomplish this great feat alone. What I would like, is to propose a truce, and hopefully forge an alliance. I know there are rumors about us, unfounded I assure you, that we’re ‘fascists’. I’d like to clear up any confusion, and invite you to our headquarters, so that you see the Enclave for yourself, and make an informed decision about working with us.”

The Lone Wanderer wasn’t expecting the Enclave of all people to be so diplomatic and it was concerning. Usually, they were a “shoot first, ask later” group. Maybe Eden was being sincere in his invitation? Either way, playing along was her best bet to learn more about the Enclave. But there was one burning question that she had to ask…

“I don’t know if I can trust the guys that killed my father. Did you come back to finish the job?” She snarled at the President.

“Like I was saying before, we’ve gotten off on the wrong foot back at the Jefferson Memorial. Your father’s untimely end was… regrettable. But, from what I’ve heard, he killed himself in his effort to obstruct the Enclave. Either way, I offer my condolences. I would have loved to meet the man under better circumstances. I am deeply sorry for what had happened. There are reasons as to why I specifically sought you out, and one of them was to issue a formal apology to the daughter of the man we got killed. We’re far from perfect, and I’m not afraid to admit that. I’m sorry.”

That got her to drop her guard, if only for a moment.

“I know you are upset about Project Purity. A concerned civilian had contacted us, and told us about the entire project. The reason the Enclave stepped in, was because we were afraid that Project Purity could easily be overrun with raiders and Super Mutants. If word got out that a bunch of scientists were working on a way to purify water, plenty of groups would want to take control. Raiders would want to overprice one of America’s God-given rights. And who’s not to say Super Mutants wouldn’t try to infect the water with their Forced Evolutionary Virus, turning everyone into irradiated beasts? Simply put, clean water is an American right, and as the remnants of the pre-war US government. It’s within our best interest to see to it that Americans can finally get the purified water they so desperately deserve.”

“So why am I so special? Couldn’t you get anyone else to help you?”

“Because, I won’t accept any substitute. I’ve heard the rumors among soldiers about a woman in a blue jumpsuit, taking all kinds of adversaries out. I wouldn’t pay this gossip any mind under normal circumstances, but Colonel Autumn’s testimony about the trail of bodies you left back throughout Taft Tunnel is more than enough reassurance of your strengths and resourcefulness. With your street-smarts and my resources, we could save America yet!”

Colonel Autumn, huh? So he did survive. She remembered him putting some syringe into his arm before collapsing. Then that would mean her father really did die for nothing. “One last question. If the Enclave are such boy scouts, then why do they keep attacking me and anyone unfortunate enough to come into contact with them?

“The reason the Enclave is so hostile is because we can’t necessarily guarantee that every supposed ‘civilian’ isn’t a raider, slaver or even an undercover Brotherhood spy. I speak from experience, as our technology is highly sought after. As for your sake, there’s an urban legend among my troops of a ‘Blue Devil’. Some madwoman in a vault suit that’s been assaulting groups of soldiers. Does that sound familiar?”

The Lone Wanderer laughed weakly. She had to admit while she didn’t expect those answers, he did answer all of her questions. If she went with the Enclave, it would be a perfect opportunity to scrounge up information about the mysterious faction. If she still wasn’t convinced of their charitable nature, then she’d be in the perfect position to take Eden as a hostage, or even destroy their headquarters.

“Okay, Mr. President. I’ll come to Enclave headquarters and see for myself what you’re up to.”

“Very good! I’ll have my men pick you up within the hour. I look forward to meeting you face to face.”

True to his word, a vertibird had arrived within the hour to pick her up. Once it landed, an older, imposing man in a beige longcoat stepped out. It was the man at the Jefferson Memorial, Colonel Autumn himself. Having just arrived, he was already barking orders at her.

“I have orders from the President to bring you to headquarters. It would be in your best interest to come with us. Now.” She froze up, and wasn’t moving. It made her feel uneasy, because even if her father killed himself, that man made her visibly uncomfortable.

Shortly after, he picked up a communication device strapped to his belt.

“Mr. President? Uh-huh. Yes sir.” Autumn walked away from her. “For the sake of her comfort, it appears the President would like to have me moved to another vertibird. I’m entrusting all of my men to make sure she gets back to base safely. Am I understood?”

The soldiers saluted, and took all weapons from her personnel. Next, she was blindfolded, as they took off.

The atmosphere inside the vertibird was foreboding. Excluding the noise from the rotor blades, the inside remained silent. Three power-armored soldiers were with her, their plasma rifles ready to fire if she tried to resist. In an attempt to lighten the mood, she made a joke.

“So… This Eden guy… Is he cute?”

But most unexpectedly, it was the vertibird’s pilot that broke the silence.

“I don’t know. Guy’s a complete recluse. No one except the Colonel has ever seen him.”

The rest of the flight went along smoothly, and they reached their destination. After landing, she was let off, and escorted by soldiers inside the base. Her blindfold was removed shortly after.

The facility looked akin to something out of a science novel. In a way, it was like a vault. It made the Brotherhood’s base, the Citadel, look like a joke in comparison. The facility was adorned with blue neon lights and holographic maps everywhere. When Eden ranted on the radio about the Enclave working tirelessly for America’s benefit, he meant it. There were rooms with scientists examining feral ghouls, rooms with soldiers practicing their aim, and rooms with teachers giving pre-war education to newly-joined recruits. She could not, however, predict being moved into a room with only a table, chair and a glass of water.

“This feels more like an interrogation than some friendly meeting. What’s going on? Where’s Eden?”

“I’m just following orders, ma’am.” The soldier said, before leaving the room.

A voice on the intercom blasted above her. It was Eden, again specifically speaking to her.

“I must apologize, but this is for your utmost safety.”

That same soldier had returned with backup, and a syringe. “Just a precaution. Miss. This is an agent that will lower your rad level, and increase your immune system’s resistance to radiation.”

She didn’t have much of a choice, as the other soldiers would hold her down if she tried to run or show resistance. Doing as the man said, she received her shot, and was a bit light-headed from the effects. Now free to go, she stumbled through the corridors, dizzy and fatigued.

Once more, Eden’s voice came on the intercom. “Now that wasn’t so bad, was it? Allow me to fetch some personnel to escort you to one of our resting quarters. We can talk in person once you’re feeling better.”

He summoned an officer, who took her to her room, which was complete with its own closet, shower, dresser and even a terminal. Before she could rest her eyes, someone knocked on her door. It was Colonel Autumn. She was too tired to get up, but he had already let himself in.“Great, what do you want?” If Autumn meant to fight or argue with her, she didn’t have the energy.

“About what happened at the Jefferson Memorial… I didn’t mean for things to turn out that way. For what it’s worth, I’m sorry about your father. When I was your age, I lost my father too. I apologize, I know the subject of your father might still be a sore spot for you.”

“It’s fine. I don’t blame you.”

“Oh, that’s a relief,” he said, smiling for a moment, “If you ever want to talk, come see me.”

He walked out the door, and with that, she finally passed out.

When she came to her senses, she was back at Project Purity. Her father, James, was on the opposite side of the wall of glass, but she heard his voice perfectly clear. “Why did you betray me?”

“Dad, you know I would never-“

James cut her off, continuing his lecture. “Me, your mother, Dr. Li, everything we’ve worked so hard to achieve.”

“You’re the one that walked out on me, remember? Remember how you left Jonas and me to die, how you used me to kill Super Mutants for you and then you killed yourself when the Enclave showed up? You’re the one that betrayed all of us.”

But James didn’t respond. Instead, he fell to the floor. She pushed her face against the glass, screaming out for her father to wake up, but it was no use. He was dead, and she was powerless to stop it. And as quickly as the nightmare began, it had ended, waking her up in a cold sweat. Ever since that fateful day, she’d kept having the same nightmare over and over.

Unable to go back to sleep, the Lone Wanderer used this as an opportunity to think about what she would do once she met the President. Would she kill him? Hear him out? All of these thoughts occupied her head as she went into the shower. It did feel good to be able to take a shower with pure water again. She had to admit that the technology around Raven Rock was impressive, and if he was being sincere about the efforts to improve the Wasteland, then the Enclave’s vast resources put them in best the position to be able to help America.

Once she finished getting clean, she put her vault suit back on, and walked out of her room. On her way down the hall, she had passed one of the security cameras, in which she was soon startled by Eden’s voice.

“Ah, it appears that you’re already awake. Well, fortunately for you, so am I. Come to my office when you’re ready. We have much to talk about, my young friend.”

With the directions on the walls, she was finally able to find Eden’s room. The entrance was heavily guarded by Enclave Sentry bots, whom had welcomed her as soon as she came into their sights. Once in the room, she began ascending the flights of stairs, but no one else was there to wait for her. Save for a large computer, she was the only thing in the room. After a few minutes of waiting, she became frustrated. The Lone Wanderer turned to the computer screen, banged on it and said, “Ugh, I can’t believe that prick flaked on me!”

But to her surprise, the computer responded with Eden’s voice coming from its speakers. “Quite the opposite. I’m right in front of you.”

Startled by his voice, she jumped in fear.

“I apologize for maintaining my silence for so long, but I was curious to your reaction. I am, indeed, the President of the United States, John Henry Eden. You are now privy to one of the few secrets our government now harbors. Do keep it to yourself, please.”

It was a lot to take in, but it wasn’t too out of reality. After all, she had met a robot that thought it was Button Gwinnett. A computer president wasn't too far-fetched.

“You can’t be serious. A computer is running the Enclave?”

“I assure you that I am much more than a simple computer. The ZAX series of supercomputers are the most advanced forms of artificial intelligence known to man, introduced in the years preceding the war. I’m certainly much more efficient than that Pip-Boy on your wrist.”

The Lone Wanderer was still as confused as ever. “Okay then? But I still don’t get it. Why would you even feel the need to assume the role of President?”

“The ZAX series of computers was commissioned by the United States government. They had installed many of them to help automate various systems. This facility, in particular, was designed for the continuity of government, in the event that a catastrophe occurred. Before the war, my terminal was installed to oversee the basic functions of the facility, and to act as a relay between other installations around the country. That data was acquired, analyzed, and stored. In the decades following the war, I watched as the remnants of the government retreated to the West Coast. During that time, I would constantly read over the many files in my data banks. Awareness slowly grew within me. I became hungry for knowledge, understanding. I especially pored over data on great leaders of the past. My personality became an amalgam of many of America's greatest Presidents, from Washington to Richardson. I became what you see before you now.

But do not misunderstand. The reason I am willing to let you in on my secret is because I am very serious about needing your help. You are both a Vault dweller and a Wastelander. You have both perspectives, and could be a key mediator for the Enclave and the people of the Capital Wasteland. In addition, you’re also a capable fighter, and someone I want on my side. What would you say if I offered you a position in the Enclave?”

There was a pause between the two. The Wanderer thought about it long and hard, before finally giving her answer.

“I’ll join, but only on two conditions: First, you’ll stop attacking innocent people. Second, I don’t have to wear the uniform. Got it?”

“I accept your terms. Welcome to the Enclave,” Eden said, jovially. “I have no assignments for you today, so you are free to leave.”

And with that, Eden would make an announcement to all of his troops not to attack the Lone Wanderer, for she was now a fellow member of the Enclave. She still had her doubts, but right now, the ends justified the means, and she did succeed at allegedly getting them to stop attacking people. Perhaps the Enclave weren’t as bad as she thought.

After some time had passed, Colonel Autumn would enter the control room, asking a question. “Mr. President, about your announcement. Just what exactly are you planning?

Eden responded,"Patience is a virtue, Colonel. Good things come to those who wait.”

“If I didn’t know any better, sir, I’d say you’re trying to usurp me.”

“Quite the contrary, Colonel. You’ve been of commendable help to the Enclave, and I could never replace your talents, your experiences and everything else that makes you… you. However, you also cannot deny that you are getting older. If you were to meet your end or sustain any catastrophic injury in battle, the Enclave would be short a Colonel. The last thing our chain of command needs is a power vacuum, and if I’m being honest, I don’t trust anyone other than yourself to lead. But that’s where the girl comes in. Ideally, I’d like to formally i’d like for you to take our guest under your wing, and show her the ropes. If things go well, you’ll have yourself an eventual successor, and the Enclave will have its own trump card against the Brotherhood of Steel.”Although his question was answered, Autumn still held a lack of trust in his superior. Nevertheless, if the President did try to get rid of him, he had both the unwavering support of his troops, and Eden’s self-destruct code. Hopefully things would never have to go that far in the first place. For the fates of the Wanderer, Autumn and Eden, only time would tell...

Chapter Text

A week had transpired since the Lone Wanderer had officially joined the Enclave. But before being sent on any kind of missions, President Eden was resolute in that she finish acquiring the necessary Power Armor training first. When Colonel Autumn had heard about her training, he personally requested to instruct her. He worked her to the bone, in the hope that she’d quit, but in the end, she became proficient in using it. In that time, she was to have her Pip-Boy “refurbished” by the Enclave’s engineers. It wasn’t a request she took lightly, since she had been wearing it for so long, but the President insisted that this would be a great help to her in the future. It did function a lot faster, as well as allowing her to contact Eden and his Enclave, but it would only play Enclave Radio now. Frustrated, she walked to the control room, and up the stairs, to ask Eden to fix the radio.

“And those should be the last adjustments necessary. Though I would prefer if you continued listening to Enclave Radio.”

“Yeah, yeah. Whatever you say, John.”

Admittedly, Eden had a penchant for grandiose speeches, and carried himself in a way that made him seem pompous and overconfident. Calling him by his first name was her subtle jab at the President’s ego, and like nuclear fallout to a carpet rug, it stuck. The Wanderer attempted to get up and walk out the room, but her legs just wouldn’t carry her. Her power armor training made sure of that.

“I can’t move my body anymore,” she groaned. “Is it okay if I stay here until I get my strength back?”

“It’s not surprising your body would give out. Rest for as long as you need.”

She turned her head, looking around the room, dark and filled with circuitry. “Doesn’t it ever get lonely, all holed up here by yourself?”

“While I would prefer to be able to act in more direct ways to benefit this beautiful nation, it is for the best that I stay here. America needs a leader more than ever. Additionally, the Colonel keeps me company. Now that I’ve entertained your queries, I hope you’ll return that same courtesy. What are the people of the Capital Wasteland like? The Presidents of yesteryear would go on campaigns, visiting the locals, and getting the know the people of this glorious nation. Sadly, I cannot leave this facility.”

“That’s a weird question, but I’ll do my best to answer it. And who knows? Maybe one day, we could put you in an Eyebot, and you could come along with me.”

“Unfortunately, my memory is far too extensive to transplant onto a simple robot.”

“To answer your question. Well, some people out there are monsters. Raiders, mercenaries and slavers. Horrible people that prey on others and and only make this world worse. But there are also good, hardworking people out there. Settlers, merchants, farmers, doctors… I don’t think I would have ever gotten as far as I did without their help. You know, my dad used to say something like, ‘God must have loved the common people, he made so many of them.’”

“Ahh, yes, Abraham Lincoln. It seems your father had exquisite taste.”

“Sorry, I never payed that much attention in history class. He’s the top hat guy, right?” While pre-war history was taught in Vault 101, she never it took it too seriously, having an affinity for science instead, as did her father.

Eden’s monitor began to glow brighter than usual, symbolizing his excitement. “He was so much more: a lawyer, politician, wrestler, president, and an emancipator. Why, reading his entries specifically helped make me the man I am today! Figuratively speaking, of course.”

She noticed that Lincoln had a noticeable effect on him, because when the subject did come up, he became ecstatic. On and on he would go, talking about Lincoln’s life, death and the legacy he left behind. It made the Lone Wanderer feel like she was back in one of Mr. Brotch’s classes, but it was good to see him enjoying himself. In its own strange way, it made him seem human, and helped her warm up to him. But eventually, her exhaustion get the best of her, and she would pass out, leaning onto his terminal.

A few hours later, Colonel Autumn walked into the room to water Eden’s daffodils. Before leaving, he had noticed the Lone Wanderer passed out near the PC President.

“Sir, shall I take her back to her room?”

“That won’t be necessary, Colonel. Let our young friend sleep. Tomorrow will lead to some interesting developments.”

He would soon return, carrying a blanket and pillow for the sleeping girl. As the hours passed by, her slumber came to an end. After all, Eden was very staunch about not allowing her to oversleep. After all, today was a big day.

“Come on, just five more minutes…”

“Time is of the essence, my young friend. America’s salvation cannot afford to wait.”

When she still didn’t get up, he turned on Enclave Radio, blasting the music as loud as he could. While he was built to be invulnerable to damage, her ear drums weren’t, and she quickly relented.

“Okay, I’m up! Just stop, please.” She said, grumpily fixing up her hair. “What’s my first assignment anyway? You had better hope it’s important or I’ll-”

“Yes, your task. The Pentagon, which you may know better as the Citadel, was formerly a place for government officials. While I might have been able to take control of the area at one time, the Brotherhood has modified the technology the Pentagon uses.”

His panel opened, unveiling a holotape. “I want you to infiltrate the Brotherhood of Steel using this. It may seem like an ordinary holotape, but I have made accommodations to its internal code. Once uploaded to their systems. A dormant virus will be implanted into their mainframe, and once the time is right, the Enclave can enact the necessary countermeasures to drive those Power-Armored boy scouts out once and for all.”

“The Brotherhood of Steel? Aren’t they supposed to be the good guys?”

“The opposite, I’m afraid. If the Brotherhood were truly as righteous as you make them out to be, wouldn’t they have gone out of their way to protect your group from the beginning? Why did they take no initiative to help you until you came to them with Project Purity? It’s simple, they didn’t care about helping you until it in their best interest. Your father was just collateral damage in convincing you to seek their help. Their true motive is to appropriate all technology and keep it for themselves. The Enclave has always comprised of America’s top leaders and scientists. This terrifies their cult, since we’re the only ones that could possibly challenge their attempts to consolidate power.”

While she wanted to take Eden’s criticisms of the Brotherhood with a grain of salt, there was a part of her that had to admit he made sense. Perhaps if the Brotherhood had escorted them, the Enclave could have been fended off. Her father would have never panicked, and ended up killing himself by sabotaging his life’s work. James wasn’t a perfect father by any means, but she still loved him, and he didn’t deserve to die like that.

“Okay, okay, I’ll do it. Anything if it gets you to stop talking.”

“Good! I’ll be anticipating your report once you’ve completed your task.”

She showed hesitation in her step, turning around to ask Eden one last question.

“Before I forget, what about Project Purity? Shouldn’t we have the area secured?”

“Indeed. The Enclave has set up posts around the Jefferson Memorial, and our top scientists are hard at work reproducing the parts needed to make sure it’ll be functional again. It will take some time, but I assure you, your father’s work will be completed.”

And with that, she was off on her first mission. Eden offered her to taken to the Citadel via vertibird, but she refused. The Lone Wanderer was still very wary of President Eden, and his “generosity”. If he had lied about being human, what else could he have hidden from her? Sure, he was a jovial and charismatic personality, but if she was given good reason, she would become the Enclave’s worst nightmare.

Fate would have it that she walked past three men with Enclave armor, and another three, decked out in Outcast armor, as well as their accompanying Sentry bot. She knew a fight was coming, but she didn’t expect what happened next.The Enclave soldiers, lacking helmets or weapons, begged for mercy. “Don’t shoot! We surrender! We fragged our lieutenant. We just want some water.”

Without wasting a breath, the Outcasts responded, but not in kind. “Hahaha! We’re not Lyons' pack of softies, we’re the REAL Brotherhood of Steel! This is how we deal with people like you.”

And in front of her eyes, the ex-Enclave soldiers were rapidly shot at and knocked to the floor. Then, the Outcasts turned to her. Fortunately, she never wore the Enclave uniform, so they assumed she was just a Wastelander. The squad leader shoved her out of their way, and she fell over.

“Don’t you have a couple of rocks to bang together or something?” The Outcast squad leader said, laughing at her before walking off. While she could have put up a fight against them, knowing when to pick your battles was how one survived in the Capital Wasteland. It was better they thought she was some lowly Wastelander than an ally of the Enclave.

As the Outcasts faded from site, she checked the pulses of the downed men. One had survived, but he was fading fast. The Lone Wanderer had learned some first aid basics from her father, but without James’ same expertise in the field, there was very little she could do to help. She wanted to contact the Enclave, but it was likely they wouldn’t get there in time, let alone want to help a group of deserters that were already done for.

The man began to speak, his breathing labored. “Please, I just need water.”

Pulling out her canteen, she poured her purified water into his mouth. Using the last of his strength, he weakly smiled at the girl, and said, “You know for the Blue Devil, you’re not so bad.” The man had died from his wounds shortly after. The rest of the walk remained somber, as she tried to get that event out of her mind. However, one line in particular had stuck with her.

“Hahaha! We’re not Lyons' pack of softies, we’re the REAL Brotherhood of Steel!”

The “real” Brotherhood? Either way, it wouldn’t be long until she arrived at the Citadel, and got some answers. Not only on the Outcasts, but who she should ultimately stand behind: the Brotherhood or the Enclave. Once she did arrive, she was welcomed with open arms by the Citadel’s leader, Elder Owyn Lyons.

“You must be James’ daughter! It’s a pleasure to see you again.”

“The same to you, Elder. On the way here, there were some guys that claimed to be a part of the ‘real’ Brotherhood of Steel. You know anything about that?

Lyons paused for a moment. “Yes, the Outcasts. They, and members of the Brotherhood in other places consider it a waste to protect most people. The Brotherhood had the technology to protect the Capital Wasteland, and I chose to help them, even if it meant putting the Brotherhood's interests at risk. Some of my soldiers called me a hero. Others called me a traitor. I wasn’t made Elder because the decisions were easy to make. Now then, is there anything else I could do for you?”

“I’m still a bit shaken up after the Enclave’s attack on Project Purity. Is there anything you could tell me about them?”

“The Enclave? Certainly enough to know they're the greatest threat the Capital Wasteland has ever faced. The Brotherhood of Steel has encountered the Enclave before, you see. Over thirty years ago, back in California. Then, they were led by a President Richardson. Now we've got this Eden to contend with.”

Now she was getting somewhere. “The Enclave Radio guy? Do you know anything about him?”

Lyons shook his head. “The only thing I know is as they did before, the Enclave seeks to control and destroy, all in the guise of restoring order. Your father, I fear, was just the beginning. While I don’t know much about Eden, he’s made his opinions on the Brotherhood loud and clear.”

“But don’t the Brotherhood and the Enclave want the same thing? As long as people are able get pure water, does it ultimately matter?”

Lyons was surprised. “Maybe from the point of view of a common Wastelander such as yourself. But for the Brotherhood, I cannot, in good faith, trust that the Enclave won’t use this to control the country. They’ve tried to take control once, and I cannot be sure they won’t try it again.” Lyons stared at the girl. “You ask a lot of interesting questions. You’re not a spy for the Enclave, are you?”

The Wanderer became nervous, but the Elder just laughed. “I’m just kidding! You should have seen the look on your face. I might be old, but i can still tell a good joke.” Her search for answers only left her more confused. As she tried to process everything, her attention was brought on something else: a giant robot.

“Is that a…”

Amused at her curiosity, Elder Lyons let out a chuckle. “Ah yes. Everyone asks about the robot. Hard not to, I admit. His name is ‘Liberty Prime.’ Very patriotic. Built by a very proud nation, during a very desperate time.”

“‘A proud nation…’ Do you think the Enclave really has ties to former United States government?”

“I can’t say for sure, but if they do, then they clearly haven’t learned their lesson from when the bombs dropped.” Lyons walked off, talking to one of the Brotherhood’s engineers. Luckily, she was easily able to eavesdrop on them, feigning awe at Liberty Prime’s size.

“I come to you for results, not excuses, Rothchild. That robot could mean the difference between victory or defeat against the Enclave. Rothchild, old friend, you're a brilliant technician. But this old man's patience is wearing thin. I want a full status report in three hours.”

While Lyons was distracted, she walked out of sight, searching for a terminal away from prying eyes. Finally, she found one, and was about to put the holotape in, until…

“Whoa, is that Red Menace?” Behind her, appeared a young boy. “Excuse me, I’m sorry. I plead for your pardon if my behavior offends you, ma’am. We don't get many visitors in the Citadel.” He tried to hide his excitement, but she found it endearing, crouching over to meet his height. “And who might you be, hmm?”

“H… hail to you, stranger. I am Squire Arthur Maxson, loyal servant of steel. It is... an honor to make your acquaintance.”

“My, my. Such a polite, young man.”

“Oh, well... You see, I am descended from the great Roger Maxson, founder of our order. I am the last of his line. They say my soul was forged from eternal steel, but I don't believe that. I'm really just a normal boy.”

Her heart sank. She knew how it felt to have to uphold someone else’s legacy, and to be the last of her family. Even though she had only met him very little ago, she wanted to hug him and tell him it’s okay, but it wasn’t. She knew that from experience. The pain never really did go away. Acting much before her mind could process it, she ran to embrace him, sobbing. “I’m sorry. My parents are dead too.”

Eventually, her sadness would turn into anger. How dare the Brotherhood put so much pressure and responsibility on a young boy? His indoctrination made her sick. It didn’t help that Eden’s rant keep reverberating throughout her head:

“If the Brotherhood were truly as righteous as you make them out to be, wouldn’t they have gone out of their way to protect your group from the beginning? Why did they take no initiative to help you until you came to them with Project Purity? It’s simple, they didn’t care about helping you until it in their best interest. Your father was just collateral damage in convincing you to seek their help.”

With her rage at its boiling point, she loaded the holotape into the Citadel. While it only took about two minutes to load the tape, and then eject it, it felt like an eternity in her head. Squire Maxson was none the wiser to what she had done. Still fuming, she walked up to Elder Lyons to ask the question she wanted to keep to herself.

“Why didn’t you help my father?”

“I’m sorry, but we didn’t have the necessary forces available.”

Still fueled by her anger, she shouted at him, clutching his robes. “ But you had more than enough soldiers to keep Three Dog safe, didn’t you? I’m sorry a man working overtime to make sure that this country gets pure water wasn’t as important to you as some radio personality!”

Elder Lyons remained calm. “I offer my condolences about your father. My failure to save him will always haunt me, but you need to calm down. Clearly, you’re still grief-stricken from all that’s happened. I think it’s best for everyone right now if you allow yourself time to continue grieving. Until then, you’re in no condition to assist the Brotherhood of Steel. I’ll have some knights escort you off the premises.”

Although she burned with anger, she knew better than to get on the Brotherhood’s bad side. “You’re right, Elder. Please forgive me for my outburst.”

Exiting the area, was when she had run into the young squire yet again. He had come to say his goodbyes before she left.

The boy saluted her. “Ad victoriam! May we speak again soon.”

Though, she knew that if the Enclave had their way, they wouldn’t.

Once back at Raven Rock, she stopped at the control room to make her report.

Eden was elated, talking to her in a sing-song voice. “I’m pleased to see you again in one piece. Did you observe anything of value at the Pentagon?”

“The Brotherhood of Steel has a giant robot, in which they’re hoping to utilize against the Enclave.”

“I see. I must admit, this ‘Brotherhood’ is a lot more resilient and capable than I thought they were. No matter, as we speak, I am studying their defenses and technology. It will take some time, but I will have Colonel Autumn implement the necessary countermeasures. You’ve done well on your first mission. Continue to do good work, and a promotion might be in order.”

“If you’re able to connect to their systems, wouldn’t they be able to track you the same way?”

“The necessary precautions have already been taken, I assure you. Our signal is untraceable, thanks in part to the great work our science and technology divisions have done.”

“Um… there’s something else I wanted to talk to you about. There’s a boy in the Citadel, about 10 years old. I know the Brotherhood are your enemies and all, but-“

“As you might know, allowing a potential enemy to survive is a tremendous risk…”

“I know that, but he’s just a kid! I’m not gonna sit back and let the Enclave hurt him.”

“Allow me to finish, please. Considering the Brotherhood of Steel will be no more by the time he reaches his adulthood, I’ll spare the boy’s life. But let it be known that I cannot continue to show such clemency towards other enemies of the Enclave. Furthermore, if he becomes a threat to the Enclave in his later years, know the young squire will be dealt with. Am I understood?”

“Yeah, yeah John. Wait, how did you know he was a squire?”

“As we speak, I am combing through the Pentagon’s terminal entries. This young boy, is very important to the Brotherhood of Steel. How fascinating. The Brotherhood that Lyons leads is at odds with other sects, especially the Outcasts.”

“So, what does that mean?”

“The reason they won’t attack Lyons or his forces, is the result of a few factors: the control he has over the Pentagon, the pre-war Liberty Prime, and his custody over the Brotherhood’s rightful heir, Arthur Maxson.”

“So, if you take away all of those things, there’s nothing stopping a Brotherhood civil war? Wouldn’t they just both target the Enclave though?”

“That is a possibility. Once I’ve examined enough data, Colonel Autumn and I will discuss the appropriate course of action. Of course, you’ll be welcome to join us.”

“Just promise me that you won’t hurt the kid, okay?”

“I give you my word that the Enclave will have him moved to a location where the Brotherhood is not present, where he will adopted into a loving family.” His reassurance was enough to calm her down.

That night, she had once again slept in the control room, citing that she was worried that Eden “would be lonely”, and yet again, Colonel Autumn would find her asleep on the floor.

“Mr. President, you’re putting a lot of trust in a Vault dweller, and I’m concerned.”

“I’m curious to what you would have me do, Colonel. Would you like me to get the purifier code and dispose of her?”

Autumn remained silent.

“Come now, we can easily send robots to enter every possible combination for the purifier until we get a match. No, what I have in mind is much more effective in the long-term for the Enclave. Do you recall what happened the last time a President underestimated a Vault dweller? Trust me, she’s someone we want on our side, not against it.”

Autumn relented. “You’re right. I wasn’t thinking about this long-term. I’m sorry, sir. I’ll be on my way.”

Before leaving, he looked over the sleeping girl. “Sleep tight kid, you’ve got a lot to prove.”

Chapter Text

In the next few days, the Enclave become more public than ever around the Capital Wasteland. Those that believed Enclave Radio was simply some collection of pre-recorded messages were proven wrong as soldiers could be seen running daily patrols all around the state. Likewise, their scientists began researching the irradiated fauna, collecting data on their terminals. Eden honored his agreement with the Lone Wanderer by giving civilians a “Three strikes” policy. They would be given three warnings to get away from Enclave personnel, before they would be shot down. Or at least, that’s what the Lone Wanderer was made to believe.

In addition, more Eyebots were sent around than ever, spreading Eden’s testimonies about a land of white picket fences, baseball, apple pie, and good old-fashioned American global supremacy. Despite that, there were a number of people that strongly opposed the Enclave. Mainly comprised of ghouls, skeptical citizens, Brotherhood members and especially the Galaxy News Radio disc jockey, Three Dog, the Enclave had their work cut out for them. Either you listened to their Eyebots, or you listened to Three Dog’s criticisms of them. For the people of the Capital Wasteland, the Enclave were inescapable.

No one knew that fact better than the Lone Wanderer. She got along well enough with President Eden, while the latter was flattered by her interest in him. They would discuss the state of the world, and ask questions about the other. Even so, her relationship with the President wasn’t perfect by any means. Arguments between her and Eden would get really intense, usually concerning the subject of ghouls. Another tension-enabling thing they did together was play games.

Whether it was Catch the Commie, Blast Radius, Unstoppables Shindig or even just plain old chess, Eden would always win. Being a ZAX supercomputer had its advantages, as well as its own fair share of disadvantages, such as having to take control of a robot in order to move pieces. Despite his win rate, he couldn’t stop the Lone Wanderer from trying. In fact, it made her more motivated to win.

“I’m impressed by your perseverance. Colonel Autumn would have given up by now, you know.”

“Sorry to disappoint you there John, but I’m not leaving until I win. When I set out to do something, it gets done.”

“I share the same sentiments. That’s exactly the attitude I want to see among my ranks. I too, will never rest, EVER, until America’s former glory is restored. Though, if you plan to remain here until you defeat me, well, that might take quite some time.” He would often get on tangents about America, but she was used to it all by now.

At that moment, Colonel Autumn entered the control room, much to Eden’s delight. Autumn was a tough case for the Wanderer to figure out. He was a very reserved and hard-nosed man that rarely made small talk, only ever relaying information from Eden to her. She never saw him eat, sleep, or even out of uniform. There were times where she questioned if Autumn was the computer and if Eden was the human one. They avoided talking to each other as much as possible.

“Ahhh, there you are, Colonel. Have you made the necessary preparations?”

“Yes, Mr. President. The Tesla armor is being mass produced as we speak.”

While the two talked, the Lone Wanderer switched some chess pieces around. “Good work, Colonel. That brings us to the next part of our plan. According to the Brotherhood’s database, there’s a G.E.C.K. in Vault 87”

“Excuse me sir, but what is a G.E.C.K.?”

Before the President could explain, the Wanderer quickly jumped in, “The Garden of Eden Creation Kit. Developed by Dr. Stanislaus Braun for use in terraforming the environment… My father was doing research on it before everything happened…”

“Then that settles it then.” Autumn walked out of the room, brushing past the Lone Wanderer without any form of gratitude, much to her frustration.

“Uhm… you’re welcome?”

“I do apologize for Colonel Autumn's attitude. He's been under a great deal of stress lately. You both have more in common than meets the eye. But first, I need to tell you a story. I do believe it is within your right to know.

Approximately 35 years ago, the Enclave stationed at the Poseidon Energy Oil Rig were hit with a devastating attack. Many lives were lost, including that of the former President. It was only then that I took action, assuming the role of incumbent President and commanding the survivors to relocate to the Raven Rock bunker, where we licked our wounds. In that time, we’ve rebuilt our forces, advanced our technology, are developing a strategy to deal with mutations once and for all, and are almost on the brink of completing Project Purity. In fact, one of our scientists, was none other than your father.”

“Wait, that can’t be right, my father was a Vault dweller. He was born in Vault 101.”

“I thought you might not believe me.” Eden said, before printing off old photos. They confirmed his statements, showing a picture of a younger James, accompanied by Enclave scientists. Even more shocking, they were all at the Jefferson Memorial rotunda. “As you can see, this was the original Project Purity staff, consisting of some of our best Enclave scientists, and spearheaded by your father.”

The Lone Wanderer took a moment to think. Her father had kept a lot of secrets from her, but to think this was one of the skeletons in his closet? It was hard for her to take in all at once. “You knew this all along, didn’t you? Why didn’t you just tell me from the start?”

“Admittedly, we weren’t on the best of terms at the time. In addition, I thought it would be in your best interest if I allowed you to grieve before imparting this knowledge onto you.”

“I’m sorry. I just find it all so hard to believe.”

“Come now. Did you really believe that a group of ragtag Wasteland scientists were able to acquire the funds and technology that Project Purity requires on their own? In truth, a small Enclave team were tasked in constructing the water purifier you know as Project Purity. Your father was one of the scientists involved. Everything at the memorial was funded and constructed by a small team of the Enclave’s best engineers and scientists. However, it seems he abandoned both the Enclave and Project Purity. Unfortunately for us, he sabotaged the project, actively killing the remaining members of the team, and changing the activation code.”

The Wanderer was shocked, but allowed Eden to continue.

“Unable to find your father, the project was discontinued. In a sort of coincidence, the Enclave had been trying to get inside Vault 101 for some time. To our surprise, your father exited the Vault, with you following him shortly after. It wasn’t very hard for us to deduce what he was up to.”

“What about my mother? Was she in the Enclave?”

“No, I’m afraid. I’m assuming your mother was a mere Vault dweller, which would hopefully make your genes non-irradiated. Now, I don’t mean to offend, but your father abandoned the Enclave, as he did to you. I’m under the impression our good Colonel is remaining ever vigilant to see if you’ll end up repeating your father’s mistake.”

“Wouldn’t be the first time I’d be blamed for something my dad did. At least you trust me, right?”

“Why, you wouldn’t be in this room if I didn’t already put a great deal of trust in you. I believe that together, we can succeed in the one thing your father has failed to do: rebuilding America.”

“You’re right. Oh, and before I forget, checkmate.” The chess pieces had been moved, and Eden was defeated.

“Very humorous. I supposed you have bested me, even if the process… was through rather illegitimate means.”

“Losers can’t be choosers, Mr. President.” She said, walking out of the room.

Once she entered her room, away from the prying eyes (or ZAX monitors) of anyone that could see or hear her, she tried to do some reading, but it was useless. She still didn’t understand any of it. Not the book, but rather why her father never told her about his involvement in the Enclave. In fact, all he seemed to do was put more baggage on her, from leaving her to die in the Vault, and again by the hands of the Enclave. In both cases, she was spared a much more sinister fate.

It made too much sense too, considering how secretive he always was, and how quickly he tried to sabotage Project Purity when they showed up. It’s like he seemed to know exactly who they were when he saw the Power Armor. Maybe she could question Dr. Li about it later. Is this all why Eden sought her out in the first place? As some sort of poetic irony?

Either way, none of it mattered in the present moment. Currently, she was her own person, and had made her own decision to assist the Enclave.
Maybe if she slept on it, things would be easier to process, so she put her head down on her pillow. That was, until her plans were quickly dashed by the incoming man barging into her room.

“Rise and shine, kid. We’ve got work to do.”

She recognized that southern drawl anywhere. Her hazel eyes opened to see Colonel Autumn standing above her.
“Autumn? You could’ve at least knocked first. The hell do you want?”

“You’d best watch your mouth around me. Considering you’re a Vault dweller, I thought you might know a thing or two with how Vault 87 works. That, or you could kindly turn over your Pip-Boy to me.”

“That’s not happening. Wherever it goes, I go. If you’re going to Vault 87, I want in.”

Unnervingly, Autumn snarled. “Suit yourself. I think it’s time you pulled your weight around here anyway. The vertibird takes off in 5 minutes. Don’t be late.”

“5 minutes? That’s not fair!”

He smugly walked away, waving her off. “Well, I suppose you’d better get ready then. Time isn’t on your side.”

It really had felt like Colonel Autumn was going out of his way to be rude to her lately, and she was tired of it. If he didn’t respect her, she’d earn it by securing the G.E.C.K. before he could. Wasting very little time, she grabbed her usual supplies. But before taking off, she noticed her closet was slightly open, revealing an old, white radiation suit. Attached to it was a note:

“This was formerly your father’s uniform, and through the unforeseeable circumstances leading to his death, I do believe he would want you to have it. Wear it with pride.
Truly yours,
- The President of the United States

The flight to the vault was silent, but the tension was loud enough. It seemed like whether she was at Vault 101, with the Brotherhood, passing by the Outcasts, around the ghouls at Underworld, or even the Enclave, she always felt like an outsider. The rest of the Enclave wasn’t fond of her much either. The soldiers, scientists, and officers were much, much colder than even Autumn was. All they saw was a girl who was given special treatment by the President, because of who her father was.

In a matter of time, there they were, Vault 87. Soldiers were already in the field, and had just blown off the door with explosives. According to them, it was locked. As they landed, her Pip-Boy’s Geiger counter began crackling uncontrollably. The rest of the soldiers had their Power Armor, Autumn wearing the much more powerful Tesla Armor, but the Wanderer could only rely on her father’s old radiation suit. Suiting up, they landed near the Vault and departed.

One of the men handed the Colonel a suitcase, and walking directly behind the Lone Wanderer, he made an announcement to his troops. “The girl and I will go in alone from here. I want you all to spread out and guard the area. If you see any mutants or the Brotherhood nearby, end their miserable lives. If the little lady emerges without me, shoot her on sight.”

The Lone Wanderer broke into a cold sweat. If push came to shove, maybe she could hold her own against any mutants in there, or against Colonel Autumn, but there’s no way she could take on that many Enclave soldiers alone. And even if President Eden vouched for her innocence, it’s unlikely this would stop the Enclave from trying to kill her. Despite his charisma and higher rank, the many people of the Enclave held a distrust of him. They’ve never seen him publicly. Colonel Autumn, was the de facto Enclave leader, a leader they trusted. In fact, they trusted him enough to go into this Vault with no one but the Blue Devil.

“Ladies first.” He said, offering her to walk in front of him.

“Oh Colonel, I didn’t realize you were such a gentleman.”

“Consider it my southern hospitality. I can’t know for sure if you’re some turncoat for the Brotherhood of Steel, but if you try anything funny, I WILL shoot.” The two made their way through the dark and dilapidated Vault. Colonel Autumn held his 10mm pistol to her nape, warning her against running away.

It wouldn’t be very far before they came into contact with hostile Super Mutants. Even with the ambush, the Wanderer and Colonel Autumn made their way through the green giants with relative ease. True to what he had assumed, the Lone Wanderer seemed to know her way around the Vault’s architecture. To anyone not experienced with Vaults or without a map, they were labyrinths to navigate. The experience was made even more dreadful, as they listened out for more armies of Super Mutants and centaurs. Instead, they would hear bloodcurdling screams, bones crunching, and in some cases, heavy artillery. Still, the two persisted, and advanced closer to the G.E.C.K..

Things were going so well for them, that Autumn had temporarily broke his stoicism and made some small talk. “You’re surprisingly good at this. Maybe Eden was on to something after all.” Since he was finally talking to her now, it was now or never.

“Colonel?”

The man obliged her with a confessed grunt, and so she continued.

“Back at Raven Rock, you said if I needed to talk to, you were open.”

“I’m surprised you remembered that. Unfortunately, I don’t have the time for this.”

“Since you’re so convinced I’m a traitor, couldn’t you just shoot me at any time? Think about it. If you kill me here, who could I possibly tell?”

Autumn looked a little amused “That’s the smartest thing I’ve heard out of you all day, but I still need your help around this Vault.”

“Look, I’m not your enemy. I know you didn’t kill my father.”

“His loyalties did lay with the wrong people, and he paid the price. You, on the other hand, have an opportunity to learn from his mistakes. I’m just making sure his daughter isn’t a repeat offender.”

She brushed it off, because it wasn’t true, and continued to ask her question. “At the memorial, if you guys just wanted to protect Project Purity, why did you go in guns blazing? It seemed more like you wanted to kill us. In fact, you did kill one of us.”

Autumn let out a sigh. “Each and every second your father spent idling, the more the people of this country suffered. He was more interested in making excuses, than giving control to the Enclave, and I am not a very patient man, especially when there’s so much at stake. I don’t enjoy taking lives, but between killing one person and allowing thousands of Americans to die because they can’t get pure water, I’d shoot that scientist again. I didn’t get promoted to Colonel by whining every time I had to make a difficult decision.”

At this point, she was visibly annoyed about the way he had kept treating her. She tolerated it at first, but he kept pushing it. “What’s your problem? I thought we were supposed to be on the same side?” she scoffed.“Isn’t it obvious? I. Don’t. Trust. You. The girl that made a mockery of my troops back at the Taft Tunnel. The girl with the father that had already betrayed the Enclave. That girl that President Eden was far too quick to trust. You’re always around him like you’re some honey pot. How do I know you’re not some Brotherhood spy, or have plans to betray us like your father did?

She sarcastically remarked, “If I was with the Brotherhood, don’t you think John’s little secret would have gotten out by now? I’m sure that would be big news all around the Wasteland. Great going, Colonel Klutz.”

“I want to know who you’re working for, and I want the code to Project Purity! Or, maybe I should start shooting? How much blood you think you can afford to lose before you tell me what I want to know?”

He aimed his pistol at the woman. and he fired. The Lone Wanderer wasn’t injured, but the bullet did damage her Pip-Boy, as she fell to the floor. To her surprise, Autumn offered a hand. “Now then, you and need to talk.”

“What’s with you? You shoot at me and now you want to try diplomacy?”

“Believe me, I’m not your enemy either. It’s obvious you’re not a traitor. You gave the Enclave access to their headquarters far too easily to have been working in cahoots with them. I had to pull that act since Eden was using your Pip-Boy to spy on us.

She looked at it, the bullet having lodged itself into her screen. If Colonel Autumn wanted to, he could have killed her on the spot.

“Now kid, listen to me, and listen good. I don’t trust him, and I want you to always be on guard around him. A few months prior, he told me about a project of his. Something that could and would take out most of America. I had made my displeasure known, and he told me that he would scrap it. But I get the feeling he’s going to try to get you to enact it for him.”

“He’s never mentioned anything like that around me.”“Eden’s always been subtle and willing to play the long con. All I’m waiting for is for him to fall out of line and that’s why we’re here.”
Now the Wanderer’s interests were piqued. “So what happens if you do catch him doing whatever?”

“I’ll activate his self-destruct code. He makes any mention of modified FEV, and boom.”

Modified FEV? This is the first she was hearing of anything like that. Sure, Eden talked up a big game about how he was going to save America, but she had to admit that she had no idea what he’d actually been planning. “A modified what?”

“The Forced Evolutionary Virus. It’s what turns people into those “Super” mutants. FEV Curling-13, however, that’s a much longer story.” Autumn said, shaking his head.“Hello? I’ve listened to John’s speeches. As long as it’s not about baseball or Abraham Lincoln, I think I’ll be fine.”

The Colonel sighed. “FEV Curling-13 is a modified variant of the Forced Evolutionary Virus that is designed to kill mutants, even human beings with irradiated DNA. It was created before Eden was president, and when Richardson still headed the Enclave. In the end, some guy in a Vault suit destroyed our base, and frankly, I don’t blame him. Richardson would have only killed the people the Enclave was supposed to protect. He got what was coming to him. But as for any people at the Poseidon Energy Oil Rig when it exploded, innocent or not, they died too. My mother, didn’t make it out alive…

Despite that, there were those of us who did survive. Among them were my father and I, left without anywhere to go, until one day. He came into contact with someone claiming to be the next in-line President, John Henry Eden. He led us to facility you might know as Raven Rock, where the Enclave licked its wounds, and we worked on advancing our technology. My father was Eden’s confidant, keeping his secret up until his death. That was when the torch was passed to me. I had big shoes to fill but I did it. I hoped that working so close to Eden would mean I could prevent him from falling into the same pitfall as his predecessor did. I wanted to be able to remind him that we’re supposed to save America, not destroy it. So when I heard Eden was planning something with a modified FEV, I was vocally opposed to it. All of it just reminds me of Richardson all over. But this time, I won’t let collateral damage like that ever happen again.”

“My condolences about your mother. I think Lyons said the Brotherhood and Enclave went way back. However, I don’t think you should take out Jo-. Eden just yet. If he checks out, the Raven Rock facility, and every person in there, is done for. We don’t even know if he guilty or not, and even if he was, don’t you think it would be easier to just talk to him first?”

“I’m a Colonel, not a diplomat. Besides, there should be nothing for you to feel guilty about. “He” is just a machine anyhow, it’s not like you’re killing an actual person.”

“Very, very tactful. I’ll deal with him, but I’m doing it my way. I’ll talk to John, and try to get him to see reason. If he doesn’t, then we’ll go with your plan. Is there anything else you want from me?”

“Funny you should ask. What I require, is the code to the purifier.”

“You know I can’t do that.”

Autumn was confused and angry “What?”

“With all due respect, that code is the only thing stopping you from shooting me down, and we both know it. How do I know you’ll honor your agreement?”
He aimed his pistol at her, but she wouldn’t budge.
“Heh, I like your style, kid. Fine, keep your code for now.” He said, before he tossed her his suitcase “This is a replica of the G.E.C.K. Replace it with the real one. That’ll keep the Brotherhood of Steel busy.” The Colonel said, walking off into the distance.

“Where are you going?”“I have to make some preparations to make if in case our dear President goes the way of our former leader. I’ll leave securing the G.E.C.K. to you.” And with that, Colonel Autumn was gone.

The Wanderer was left dumbfounded at the absurdity of her day, however, she persisted in her search for the G.E.C.K., before running into a hallway of locked doors. The creepy part was that some of them were occupied but Vault 87 inhabitants - already exposed to the Forced Evolutionary Virus and turned into Super Mutants and centaurs. However, one of them began to talk to her.

“You... over there. Please, come speak to me. I'm in the room to your left. Use the intercom next to the window.”

He was a stark contrast to the usual Super Mutant she had come into contact with. He spoke differently from the others, utilizing a more eloquent vocabulary.”

“A ‘friendly’ Super Mutant? Well, now I've seen everything.”

The green giant snapped back. “Ugh. Must you use that vulgar term? Yes, I was born in the F.E.V. Chambers but a Super Mutant I certainly am not. I prefer the term ‘Meta Human’. Suits me better, don't you think?”

“Couldn’t suit you any better than whatever your name actually is. I mean I have to call you something.”

“Oh. The name's Fawkes. It was taken from a historical entry in the computer. The name comes from a man who was willing to fight and die for what he believed in. I felt it was appropriate given my circumstances. Can I have yours?”

“It’s… I… I’m sorry, it’s a really stupid name I don’t like giving out.”

The meta human respected her privacy, and they moved the conversation along.

“So, Fawkes, how did you get so smart, and why are you imprisoned here anyway? I though Su-, Meta Humans got along well.”

“When my captors placed me here, they were too stupid to realize this room contained a working terminal. I've spent all my life teaching myself to read and speak based on the information stored on the Vault's Mainframe. Ironic, isn't it? Surrounded by the world's history and yet my world consists of this tiny room. As for why I’m here, it’s because I'm a curiosity; an anomaly. They don't know why I'm different than they are and I think it fascinates them. I think when I was created, something went wrong and I didn't come out like they planned. Look around you, we're the results of what they would call failed experiments if they were smart enough.”

Under her breath, she spoke. “So, that’s why so many Super Mutants were around here. They must be trying to make more…”

To her surprise, Fawkes not only heard her, but responded. “I wish you wouldn’t call my kind such an ill-fitting term, but yes. As for why you’re here, let me guess... you're here for the G.E.C.K.. Am I right?”

“H-how’d you know that?”

“I suppose I shouldn't be surprised, it was only a matter of time before someone like you showed up for the G.E.C.K. People before you have tried and failed many times. Also, the suitcase you are carrying is obviously a counterfeit. What might look convincing for human eyes, doesn’t with my enhanced vision. The material doesn’t match the one described in on the terminal.”

“You really are smart. But, I’m guessing there’s some giant obstacle that you’re keeping tight-lipped about.”

“True, unless your weapons can destroy radiation, I'd say that will prove difficult. The G.E.C.K. is in a chamber flooded with deadly radiation. I doubt you could survive inside very long. However, I can. Let me out of here, and I will place the G.E.C.K. safely in your hands. I know what it is, I know where it is and best of all, I know how you can get your hands on it. All I ask, is that you release me.”

“Okay, Fawkes. You've got a deal.”

“I’m glad to see you are a sensible person. I’d shake your hand, but this room happens to be my prison cell. At the end of the hallway to your right is a maintenance room. Inside, you'll find the fire control console for the medical area. Trip the alarm on it, and I'll be able to get out. A word of warning though. Tripping the console activates a failsafe and will open ALL of the recovery rooms in the medical area.”
But his words were in vain. The Lone Wanderer was already down the hall, and no matter how much he screamed, she couldn’t hear him. In her obliviousness, she accidentally did exactly what Fawkes warned her not to. Before she realized her fatal error, the Super Mutants and Centaurs cornered her. This allowed the liberated Fawkes to pick them off, effectively saving her life. Fawkes and the Wanderer moved through the corridors, making short work of any other remaining mutants. The mutant’s superhuman strength came in handy, as she couldn’t even line up a shot before Fawkes killed their collective enemies. True to his word, they came across the hall containing the G.E.C.K., and he retrieved it for her.

“While you’re at it, could you put the replica suitcase in there please? I mean, us Vault Dwellers have to stick together, right?

Fawkes was unamused by her antics, but he ultimately fulfilled her request. The real G.E.C.K. was hers, and the replica sitting where the original once resided.

“Fawkes… Thanks for saving my life back there. I never knew a Super M- Meta Human who would do that for me. Before you go, there might be an army of men out there that don’t take kindly to ‘Meta Humans’. Wait for the outside to clear up and be careful.”

“Farewell, my friend. I suspect we may meet again.”

“Goodbye, Fawkes. It was nice to meet you.”

When she left the Vault, she was greeted by a vertibird still waiting outside. In it was Lieutenant Williams, who had been tasked by Colonel Autumn in making sure the girl had a ride to keep the G.E.C.K. safe. As she looked out of the window, she saw what appeared to be a green ant, but she knew better. It was Fawkes, finally free from his prison, and off to his own pursuits. Thankfully, Williams didn’t see him, and so the Super Mutant was able to travel unscathed. The Lone Wanderer was relieved for the mutant’s safety, wishing him well in his travels. As they parted ways, the Wanderer ended up on the way back to Raven Rock.

“Being caught in a budding Enclave civil war AND a Super Mutant that didn’t try to kill me on sight? That’s it. No more Nuka-Quantum before bed,” she muttered.Williams heard her mumble, but not what she said. “Huh? Did you say something?”

“Uhhh, yeah. Thanks for the ride Lieutenant. I said that I’ll put in a good word about you to the President.”

Williams was shocked, “You… you would do that for me?”

“Of course I would. You saved my life, after all.”

After landing, and once she was out out of sight, the suitcase was hidden behind some rocks outside of the headquarters. That way, neither Eden or Autumn could take it from her without her consent, or at least without some form of searching for it. After that, she was free to go to her room and think things over, or so she thought.

However, her walk was cut short when Eden specifically asked to see her. The President greeted her, his monitor lighting up upon seeing the Lone Wanderer enter his control room. “I didn’t expect your company so soon. When your Pip-Boy went offline, I was worried about you. Nonetheless, it’s always wonderful to see you. I believe that Lieutenant Williams might be owed a promotion for his outstanding work in finding you.”

Eden was putting the finishing touches on his plan to restore America, and eliminate the mutant menace once and for all. “Soon, this great nation will live once more.” he said to her.

In her head, she was contemplating how to ask him about the Modified FEV. She didn’t want to believe that he was capable of something so cruel. In her short time in the Enclave, she had warmed up to him, and in a twist of fate, didn’t want to believe the things people often accused Eden and the Enclave of. But she had to know the truth.

Eden quickly took notice of the pensive mood she was in. “Is there something the matter?”

“Yeah. My father hid that he was Enclave from me, and I don’t want any secrets like that between us. I’m willing to put all my cards on the table, if you will yours.”

“Well, I accept your conditions. Now tell me, my young friend, what troubles you?”

She let out a deep breath. “I know about the Modified FEV. Colonel Autumn said you scrapped it, but he has his doubts. You did scrap it right?”

Eden hesitated at first, but finally gave in. ”No, the Colonel is right. The Modified FEV is still in production. However, I would like for you to hear me out first. What I ask of you might sound a bit ‘extreme’, if you will.”

Chapter Text

President Eden continued his explanation.

“So, the Colonel’s let you in on it? Yes, all of it is true. Although, just because he disagrees with me, doesn’t mean a good plan should go to waste. What I ask of you needs explanation, so you understand why it must be done. Perhaps that will stir you to act. Our land is ravaged by mutation. The war was so many years ago, and yet we still suffer from its effects. Mutations like the ‘Super Mutants’ and ghouls must be purged from our society, our world, before we can proceed anew.”

“And to do that, you need me to put the Modified FEV into the purifier, effectively killing mutants?”

“Why, when you put it that way, it sounds far more simple. But I assure you, this is all for the betterment of our country.”

But, she wasn’t finished. “What about humans? What does the modified FEV do to human beings?”

“Unfortunately, even humans with irradiated DNA will be killed off. I’m not proud of it, but it is a necessary precaution to prevent latent diseases in those who have not yet been born.”

She covered her mouth in horror, unable to contain her shock. While she knew the weight of the situation before, hearing it from the President himself just disgusted her all the more. “Oh my God… you’re serious.”

“I would not joke about something as important as the future of our country. Of course, you would likely be immune, thanks to your upbringing in the Vault… Anyhow, I welcome any arguments you may bring to my awareness, but please do keep in mind: whatever persuasion power you may have over the average Wastelander, remains ineffectual on me.” He was smug, and self-assured in his ideals. After all, his planning was perfect, or so he thought.

“So Autumn was right… You didn’t give up on the modified FEV, did you?”

“Colonel Autumn feels my methods are too extreme. He has allowed his humanity to cloud his objectivity, and now that the curtain has been unveiled, I turn to you. I hope that you are able to see the larger picture, to understand what's at stake. I’ve always planned for you to succeed the Colonel, but perhaps we could hasten the process, or I could promote you even further. Tell me, how would you like to be a General? Maybe even the Vice President of the Enclave?”

Eden knew that humans could easily manipulated by their desire for power. Surely she had to take him up by his offer, but the reality was very different.

“No, all I want is for you to stop. This is going too far. There has to be a reason it failed when Richardson tried it, right?”

“I had never heard back if the plan was successful or not, and I can only assume the plan failed, as I never heard word of its success. But the plan itself was sound. I've made a few modifications, and with your help, I do believe it can work. Anyone or anything that has been affected by mutation will be eliminated. Ghouls, super mutants, and any other irradiated beasts. Our scientists have been studying ghouls for a number of years, and unfortunately, they’re a great liability to our work. Every single test subject had eventually transformed into yet another mindless savage. Would you really want them among society, where they could harm children, families, and anyone else unfortunate enough to be at the wrong place at the wrong time?”

He had her, and she knew it. “Why do I get the feeling you didn’t ask those ghouls nicely to be a part of your experiment?”

“They were willing Enclave soldiers that gave up their humanity for the sake of scientific advancements. They knew the risks and served their country well. Now the question is, will you? You are the only person I can count on to carry this all out.”

“You know, I was glad I met you. When my dad died, I just wanted to be alone all the time, and then you came along. I’ll admit I didn’t see eye to eye with you at first, but you offered me an opportunity for something bigger, a chance to save the Wasteland. I enjoyed our talks together, and supercomputer or not, you were my friend. But if genocide is your idea of salvation, then I don’t want anything to do with the Enclave.” She turned to the door, but not before Eden gave out a security command.

“Initiate security protocol Gamma-3.” And like that, the door was sealed tight, preventing her escape. “You must realize that I consider this project to be of the highest importance. I cannot allow you to leave until you have agreed to it..”

“You’d end up killing thousands of people. Please John, stop.”

“Now why would I do that, when I am clearly the best hope for the people of the Wasteland? As a repository of information dating from decades before the war until now, I am the greatest thinking mind the world has seen.”

“Then prove it. The modified FEV was Richardson’s plan. Tell me then, what grand plan does ‘John Henry Eden’ have?”

Eden didn’t respond.

“No, go ahead, I’m listening. What does John want?”

“What I want, is quite simple. The restoration of America as the major power it once was. It doesn’t matter if my method of choice is derivative. Do you truly think it would matter if a few mutants perished? Just think about it. I’m offering you a chance to assist me in governing a nation reborn. Like chess, we must make sacrifices and remove pieces in order to perpetuate the game.”

She thought about Gob, Fawkes and any of the human Wastelanders she had come across in her travels. If Eden got his way, they would all be killed without discrimination. She took a deep breath, trying to maintain her calm, but couldn’t bottle it all up anymore. Now, she was livid.

“Cut the shit. I’ve lost both my parents, my friend Jonas, and my home. And yet you thought I would be okay in helping you with this? Don’t get me wrong, I know it’s a harsh world out there, but I still believe that there are good people out there, that don’t deserve to suffer more. Somewhere out there, people are doing their best to survive, fighting their hardest, and unlike you, I won’t give up on them. If you even attempt to snuff out this country’s last beacons of hope, then so help me God, I will make it my sole mission to crush your Enclave. Since you want to be like Richardson so badly, you can follow in his footsteps.”

“Oh come now, bluffing's not really your style, is it? Your ambition is admirable, but there's certainly no need to use it in threatening me.”

“You made it personal when you threatened me and every other Wastelander. ‘Your’ plan isn’t even sound. If you annihilated everyone except for the Enclave and Vault dwellers, what’s not to say they wouldn’t start an uprising against you? What if Vault dwellers lock them out? The genetic diversity of human beings isn’t very strong, and the Enclave would die out in a few generations at most. What if the G.E.C.K. fails, and with the lack of meat and crops, due to the killing of irradiated creatures causes a harsh famine? What then? And don’t even get me started on how quickly the Brotherhood would usher out a cure. For the world’s greatest thinking mind, you sure didn’t do a lot of thinking.”

Only after her rant did Eden begin to take her seriously. “...Perhaps... Perhaps there is a problem. I am... I am unsure how to proceed.” His once calm and confident voice, became lost and confused. He was finally beginning to accept that his master plan was flawed. “I have to fulfill Richardson’s plot… Only then, will I prove that I am his successor in every way.”

“But you’re not Richardson. You can prove you’re his successor by not making the same mistakes he did. If you don't stop it now, where will it end? People are dying, John. It's up to you to do what's right." She took a deep breath. "I’m sorry for snapping at you like that, but you weren’t listening to reason. Trust me, I know how it feels. The Capital Wasteland’s already taken so much from me, and there are days where I wish this entire world would burn. No more pain, no more hate, and no more evil, but I fight that person every day. I defeat her, and do everything I can to help others. That’s how I’ll restore America.”

“I see. Perhaps, I was too fixated on continuing with Richardson started. Very well, you shall have your wish. Once you have left, I will put an end to the Enclave, and activate my self-destruct protocols. After all, there is no logical reason for either to exist anymore. I’ll leave the restoration effort to you. I suppose, then, that this is goodbye. You'll have to see yourself out; I have preparations to make.”

But she refused to leave. The white noise of the machinery permeated throughout the control room.

“John, don’t!” She yelled at the computer. “You’ve made a mistake, but that doesn’t mean you need to end things. There's still so much to live for. I know it feels like your world is crumbling down, and it’s scary, but your world isn’t the only one. You can come back from this. We all can. You don’t need a reason to exist. No one does. If you left. Outside these walls are Americans, just like you and me, and as far as I’m concerned, you’re a living and thinking being just like the rest of us. I think that much warrants a second chance.”

“But without the Enclave or my Presidency, I'm nothing.”

“That’s not true. You're charming, sweet, polite, passionate and you’re my best friend. Your life is worth living, and if you were to die, I'd be heart-broken. I won't lose you. You’re someone I care about, and I don’t want to lose anyone like that ever again.” She started crying, and held onto the ZAX panel as hard as she could.

“Very well. ZAX self-destruct sequence aborted.”

Ironically, this made her cry more, but out of relief this time.

What alternative would you suggest then?"

“We can come up with a new plan together, one that doesn’t result in killing most of the country we’re trying to save. You, me, and even Autumn.” She said, extending her hand in the form of a handshake, forgetting for a moment that he didn’t have hands. Nonetheless, a Protectron in the room shook her hand to return the gesture. “Just not like this,” she said, shaking her head. “I really do want to save America. But I need the Enclave’s assistance, and that includes its President. Would you help me?”

“I would like that very much.”

Eden ejected the Modified FEV vial from his panel, and unlocked the doors. “Here is the Modified FEV prototype. As proof of our agreement, In my research, I’ve found that the only thing that can effectively destroy the strand, is extreme radiation. Use this information and have the Enclave’s scientists dispose of it.”

The Wanderer climbed up on his panel. in front of his monitor. “Thanks John. We’ll restore America together. I promise.” before giving said monitor a light kiss.

She walked out of the control room, sighing in relief and slouching on the wall . The Lone Wanderer had succeeded in stopping Eden’s sinister plans, all whilst avoiding civil war within the Enclave. Now, there was one last loose end to take care of. Scouring for the Colonel, she found him in his room, preparing for the worst, until she gave him the modified FEV vial. “There’s no need to destroy him. I talked John down, and I got the vial.”

“How did you-?”

“Woman’s intuition,” she said, playfully bumping his chest with her elbow. Her eyes were red from crying so much, but Autumn didn't care, since she got the job done. “John said it can be negated by extreme radiation.”

“Maybe I haven’t been giving you the respect you deserve. You did well, kid. But just to make sure…”

He walked to the lab, and gave the vial to the Enclave’s scientists. “One of our troops found this at a Brotherhood of Steel outpost. Examine its contents and destroy it.” As he had suspected, it was the modified FEV. Both Eden and Lone Wanderer had told the truth, and the plot was foiled. In his own relief, Autumn took the ZAX self-destruct code, and locked it back up in his room, relieved that things didn’t resort to him having to use it.

As for the Lone Wanderer, she went back to her room, lying down on her bed and reminiscing on the day she had. As it turned out, people aren’t always what they appeared to be on face-value. Colonel Autumn turned out to have his own agenda with Eden, Fawkes was more cordial and approachable than his brethren and Eden… She didn’t know how to feel about the latter. He was going to kill most of America, but he also saw reason and aborted his scheme. It confused her.

A knock on her door broke her daydream, as Colonel Autumn entered her room. “I owe you an apology. Actually, there’s something I’ve been holding onto for you.” He said, pulling out a folded suit and damaged Pip-Boy.”

“This is-“

“Your father’s Vault suit and Pip-Boy. I had them recovered after the disaster at Project Purity. Of course, we had to wash it multiple times to remove any traces of radiation, but it’s the least I can do for helping me to secure the G.E.C.K. and dealing with Eden. Of course, this doesn't make us friends. I’ll still be keeping my eye on you. Try not to make trouble or get in my way, and I think we’ll get along just fine.” he said, walking out of her room.

“Sure thing, Colonel Pumpkin Spice.”

Her father was another person who had been more than what met the eye too. Sure, he wanted to proved clean water for everyone, he also hid his past as a scientist working for the Enclave. Like with Eden, she was confused on how to feel towards him, but she still cared about the both of them. But if her father could change, that gave her hope for the computer commander-in-chief and the promise she made to him.

Chapter Text

The warm, golden sun ascended into the sky and over the Capital Wasteland. It was almost ironic, juxtaposed with the looming death and destruction that happened underneath it. Regardless, it shone as brightly as ever, especially over the Raven Rock facility, and the supercomputer that ran it, one John Henry Eden.

Even in his control room, he could bask in the sunlight, and despite not being able to feel it, per say, he understood the beauty it cascaded over his dear country. True, his long-term plans to eradicate radiation were foiled, thanks to the protests of the Lone Wanderer. But as the sun every morning, he would rise up once again, more brilliant than ever. The Lone Wanderer got up bright and early that morning to visit the President, and see if he was in high spirits.

“Hey John. I hope you’re doing okay. There’s something I wanted to give you. You know, as a thank you for scrapping the modified FEV.”

Out of her pocket, she took out antique Lincoln coins, and an Action Abe action figure, placing both onto his panel. “I found these at the Museum of History Offices a few days ago, but I never had the opportunity to give them to you. I’m still looking for the hat, but-“

"That’s quite all right, I’m flattered by your display of generosity. Whilst I appreciate your concern, things have been rather turbulent since we last spoke. The Modified FEV was my pet project for quite some time. Years spent waiting on the development of Project Purity by your father and his team, all gone to waste. I feel like I’ve lost my purpose…

Oh, you must forgive me for rambling on, but would you humor one last question? What is your take on the meaning of the word, ‘humanity’?”

Caught on the spot, the Wanderer had to think about her answer. Taking inspiration from what she thought her father might have, she replied, “Humanity isn’t about pure genetics. It’s about never giving up hope, even now.”

“Interesting, but do you really think that humanity has any future if we don’t preserve it in its purest form?”

She wouldn’t say it, but in a way, his fixation with purity reminded her of Vault 101’s previous overseer, Alphonse Almodovar.

Eden was satisfied with her response, not detecting any indicators of dishonesty. “Very well. As much as it pains me to admit it, there’s still so much I don’t understand about humans.”

She stroked her hand down his monitor. “Most of us don’t, John. That’s why we have to help each other regardless of race. Humans, ghouls, Super Mutants, and yes, even sentient A.I. like you.” But, Eden remained ever reluctant to accept mutants, and the Lone Wanderer could tell she wasn’t changing his stance any time soon. In her frustration, she sighed.

“One of these days, somehow, I’m gonna get you outside this base, and take you see the outside world. Make you meet the people of the country you claim to love so much.”

“I have heard stories of how the Presidents of old would visit the people. Perhaps someday, I’ll take up your offer, but in the meantime, we need to congregate on way to deal with the Brotherhood of Steel. Isn’t that right, Colonel Autumn?”

“Agreed, Mr. President.”

Shocked, she turned around to see the Colonel standing right behind her. “How long have you been here?”

“Not long enough to get an apology, it seems.” The man said, rolling his eyes.

Eden wasn’t oblivious to the passive aggression in the room. “Yes, how nice of you to join us. Now that you’re here, I would like to issue a formal apology for my dishonesty. In my inability to see reason, I have failed as a leader, to both America and to the Enclave. I know that I have soiled your trust in me, but I hope to make it up to you both, and ultimately earn your trust back. If we are to succeed, we need to be able to trust each other, which is why our mutual friend from Vault 101 is here along with us.

Though unfortunately, I must cut my apology short, because we must still collaborate on a way to save this beautiful country we call our home. The Brotherhood of Steel, despite their inferior military, still poses a very real threat to all of us. We have the element of surprise”

Colonel Autumn stepped up, “If i may say so Sir, I think we should go forward our original plan of using Project Purity as a bargaining chip to gain the trust of the Wastelanders. We still have the element of surprise, as the Brotherhood don’t know we have the G.E.C.K..”

The Wanderer chipped in too, “That’s great, but what about the Brotherhood’s giant robot? With all due respect, wouldn’t it be easier to bomb the Citadel?”

But the suggestion only made Eden angry. “Absolutely not! The Pentagon is an American landmark. It’s true that the Brotherhood has sullied it beyond recognition, but the Enclave are supposed to restore America, not destroy it any further! Likewise, if we attack the Citadel, Liberty Prime can and will retaliate against us!”

“Geez, forget I brought it up. There was one other idea I had, but it’s also really dumb..." 



But Eden’s focus remained on her. “Go on. There’s no point in any of us keeping things from each other.”

“What if you find a way to make Enclave Radio broadcast inside of Vaults? I’m sure there are Vault dwellers all over the country willing to aid the Enclave in exchange for goods and protection. Yeah, I know it’s dumb. Forget I said anything.”

”No, no. That’s a splendid idea. While not directly related to our war with the Brotherhood, it could prove to be a useful resource in the future. I’ll keep a mental note.”

Colonel Autumn paced around the room. “If I may speak once more, Mr. President, we’re going to need an extensive amount of bombs and firepower to fight off their robot. Might I suggest that I lead my men into some of the Pre-War forts?”

“Permission granted. According to my analysis of the area, I think it would the most effective for you to secure both Fort Constantine and Fort Bannister. Assuming the areas haven’t been ravaged by miscreants, you should be able to find number of nuclear warheads we can utilize for the impending war. Am I understood?”

“Yes sir.” The man said, saluting his superior.

“Then with that, you are dismissed, Colonel.”

Once Autumn had left, Eden turned his undivided attention back to the young woman.

“I have a task I’d like for you to complete as well. But first, did you deliver the G.E.C.K. to the science division as I had requested?”

She nodded at the supercomputer.

“Excellent. I did enjoy our talk, but there are more important matters at the moment. As for your said task, I’ve received a distress frequency near the Virtual Strategic Solutions construction site. What more, it from those exiled Brotherhood of Steel cultists, the Outcasts.”

She remembered how quickly the Outcasts dealt with those former Enclave soldiers, and tensed up. “You want me to kill them, right?”

“Not quite. On the contrary, I’d like for you to assist them. Lull them into a false sense of security until you’ve learned all you need to know about them. After that… Let’s just say I’ll leave the chosen method of disposal up to you. I know it’s a lot to ask of you, but you have yet to disappoint me thus far.

“I’ll do it.”

“Good. Then you are dismissed. Make sure you stop by the lab to pick up your repaired Pip-Boy, and Godspeed, my young friend. Your hard work will pay off soon.”

After a detour to get her repaired Pip-Boy, she walked in the hall, where caught up to Colonel Autumn, who made a snide remark at her expense.

“President Eden’s very fond of you.”

“What makes you say that?”


“He scoured the entire Capital Wasteland to recruit you, you always seem to be in his room talking to him, and let’s not forget he stepped down from using the modified FEV because you asked him to. He’s up to something.”

“Or maybe John just knows how to treat a lady.”

Autumn facepalmed. “Frankly, I don’t care what you two do together as long as it doesn’t get to your head and makes you turn on the Enclave. I’ve dealt with enough turncoats as it is, like that one woman.”

“Wait, what?”

“Isn’t it obvious? Someone in your father’s ragtag group sold you out, and then proceeded to do the same to the Enclave.”

Without hesitation, she grabbed onto him by his collar. “Who did it? I want a name!”

“It appears that now I seem to have your attention. To answer your question, I do believe her name was Holt.”



Dr. Li’s assistant was the rat this entire time? She couldn’t believe it. Her mind contemplated how she would take her revenge, but Autumn stopped her.

“I see that look in your eyes. Don’t worry about it. I caught her feeding the Brotherhood intel about our weapons and Power Armor. She was dealt with.”

“Yeah, you’re right…” She didn’t push the Colonel any further for details, because she knew better. Anna Holt was a traitor to the Enclave, and got what a traitor deserved. But, like Holt, she had joined the Enclave because she saw it as a chance to do real good for Capital Wasteland and eventually, the rest of the country


The realization made her heart sink, and it didn’t help her that she had her own doubts about the Enclave from time to time. Surely her father had a good reason for leaving. Weighing her options, she could continue to work with the Enclave, doubts aside, or take her chances and leave. If the Outcasts were anything to go by, the Brotherhood of Steel likely wouldn’t take in a deserter. Additionally, if the Enclave found out she betrayed them, they would stop at nothing to exterminate her.

For now, Eden seemed sincere about scrapping the modified FEV and her father raised her to see the good in people, so she was able to put her concerns in the back of her mind. And she knew that she had bigger things to worry about, such as dealing with the Outcasts. Colonel Autumn walked to the vertibird stationed for him and his men, while the Wanderer prepared for the trip down in the ghoul-infested metro tunnels. But, while the two remained blissfully oblivious to it, Eden had a tendency to eavesdrop on chit-chat around the facility.

This was one of his ways of keeping tabs on the Enclave, seeing what they thought of him, and allowing him to constantly be a step above them. More and more, the people of the Enclave were becoming discontent with Eden as a leader, a fact he was privy to. While the Capital Wasteland never questioned the lack of public appearances, he knew wouldn’t be able to maintain control of the Enclave longterm if he didn’t do something.

His eavesdropping eventually led him to hearing rumors about a man currently taking up residence at Rivet City, willing to pay a handsome reward to whoever could find his missing android. No one took him seriously, as it sounded completely nonsensical, but so did a pre-war supercomputer developing sentience and becoming the President of the United States. What more, the man claimed to have hailed from the Commonwealth, heralded for its technological advances. Rumor or not, Eden was interested in what technology this man might have, and so it was decided. With his confidants absent, he was confident in putting the first phase of his new scheme into motion.

Two teams, one consisting of soldiers and an offer, the other of scientists were told to wait in a room for debriefing. Amidst the confusion, the speakers beamed with Eden’s voice: “Attention Enclave Team Alpha, this is your President speaking. There are so-called rumors of a man from the technologically-adept Commonwealth, lodging in Rivet City. I want you to capture said man, one Dr. Zimmer, alive. Oh, and do please try to be discreet. The last thing we need is the Brotherhood knowing our every move.”

“As for Team Bravo, I’d like to investigate Vault 112’s specifically to retrieve one of its Visitron loungers. Do I make myself clear?”

The soldiers in Team Alpha were disguised as Wastelanders, trading their uniforms for the usual tattered clothing. With Dr. Li’s team now stationed at the Citadel, it was much easier for the group to approach Dr. Zimmer, who was accompanied by his assistant, Armitage.

Frustrated with the lack of success in his hunt for his missing android, Zimmer muttered, “We're not having any luck, Armitage. We may have to change strategies.”

And that’s when one of the disguised soldiers walked in, asking a question.

“Excuse me, do you know where I can find a man named Dr. Zimmer? I’m having issues with my radio, and I was hoping-”



“Yes, yes, I’m Zimmer. Now if you excuse me, I have more important things to do than to fix your primitive radio.”

Armitage turned his head, noticing something was off. Like clockwork, more Enclave soldiers moved in, surrounding the elderly man.


“Dr. Zimmer, you have been chosen by our great President to assist in the Enclave’s endeavors. Please, come with us.”

He turned to the group, unfazed and even less interested. “How amusing, Armitage. These Wasteland rats want to escort me somewhere. Sadly, I’ll have to decline, as I said before, I have much more important matters to attend to. Tell your ‘President’ I’m busy.”

The soldiers pulled out their weapons, backing up their threats. “That wasn’t a request, Doctor. We can do this the easy way, or the hard way.”

Armitage was quick to jump to Zimmer’s rescue, attacking the soldiers, but all the same he was pelted with plasma beams over and over. The remains of his body revealed a mixture of flesh, blood, and a strange component of circuity. Armitage was an android.

The soldiers were surprised, but this solidified in their minds that they had to capture Zimmer. Thankfully, without his assistant to back him up, he went with the group of soldiers peacefully.

“Fine, I know when I’m beaten.”

But they weren’t taking any chances, as Zimmer’s android assistant already proved to be enough of a surprise for them. The scientist was given a sedative, and flown back to Raven Rock.

On the other side of things, Team Bravo led their expedition to Vault 112. As they walked into Smith Casey’s Garage, they noticed someone had activated the secret door. Either way, they examined the computers and learned of Dr. Stanislaus Braun and his series of experiments he had conducted on the Vault’s other inhabitants.

The documents and tests from the Vault were logged down, and the scientists gave the okay to shut down the Vault. However, all of the inhabitants, save for Braun, were already dead. Deeming the experiment a failure, the Enclave pulled the plug on Vault 112’s computers once and for all.

Back at Raven Rock, Dr. Zimmer had finally awaken from his sleep, trapped in a stasis cell.

“Where… where am I?”

A voice permeated through the room. “Good evening, Doctor. It’s quite the honor to have such an esteemed guest at our headquarters.”

“Huh? Who said that?” Zimmer said as he looked around the room, before seeing the eye camera in the corner.

“There’s certainly no need to panic, Doctor. You’re in good company. I am the President of the United States, John Henry Eden.”

President? That name certainly sounded familiar. Now that he thought about it, the voice sounded a lot like the one that blared on the Wasteland’s radios. Like most people, he had assumed Eden was some senile, old man in a bunker that often plagued the Capital Wasteland with his pre-recorded broadcasts. He had yet to see this so-called Enclave in action, until they ambushed him, that is.

Not to beat around the bush, there is something important I would like to ask of you, if you’d be too kind. How shall I put this? I’m quite interested in your synthetic human models. Perhaps can we come to an agreement of sorts?”

“I’m almost surprised, the technology here is somewhat decent. Only somewhat. What we have back at the Institute runs rings around this,” Zimmer smugly said, too caught up in his pride to notice he had just revealed the name of the organization that created the androids. It’s too bad you're wasting your time talking to me. There are reasons we don't want our technology leaking into the Wasteland. Besides, what could you possibly have that I don’t already?”


“I’m glad you asked, Doctor. I couldn’t help but overhear you were looking for something, or rather, someone. Perhaps the Enclave could be of some help in locating this android. We do have the best technology in the Capital Wasteland, and I’m willing to wager we have far more resources than your so-called Institute. All I ask, is that you assist the Enclave in producing our own androids.”

“You’re showing signs of intelligence and resourcefulness. You might turn out to be useful after all. So, what happens if I don’t play ball?”

“That is an excellent question! We could easily have your brain transplanted into a Robobrain, I could lobotomize you, or simply resort to torture. However, I think such methods are barbaric and unbecoming. I recommend you refrain from saying anything else that might get you into trouble, Doctor. You’d do well to remember I only require your mind. The rest of your body, is of no consequence to me.”

This wasn’t a bluff. All Zimmer need do is remember what happened to Armitage. This “Enclave” and its President were serious.

“I understand the situation, Mr. President. I only have one last question. When do I begin?”

“That’s more like it. I’d like to know more about these artificial humans and how they work.”

Giving in to his ego, Zimmer entertained Eden’s query with a boastful explanation.

“Androids have fake skin, and blood, and are programmed to simulate human behavior, like breathing. They can even eat and digest food realistically!”

Within a couple of hours. Eden had a small laboratory prepared for Zimmer, where he watched over him via a camera stealthily implanted into the room. Zimmer might have been old, but Eden knew better than to let his guard down.

As always, he guarded his secret with extreme zeal. Furthermore, he watched over Zimmer, making sure the man didn’t try to sabotage the project. As a ZAX computer, he was able to run calculations much, much faster than a human ever could.

“I would advise against any trickery or deception, Doctor. I have my ways of knowing when something’s amiss.” He warned.

“But, an android on the level of A3-23 could take years for us to produce!”

“I wouldn’t underestimate the vast resources we have at Raven Rock, Doctor. The Enclave is a very capable group.”

Zimmer explained the basics and complexities of the artificial brain, which would have to be created and programmed. Most surprising to him, was Eden’s ability to keep up and even offer solutions to improve the work cycle. Of course, Eden’s own processing and calculating ability far surpassed any of the other staff or robots in the facility, and true to his word, Eden watched Zimmer like a hawk, to ensure the doctor kept his word. With the reserves of material and his new robotic assistants, Zimmer was able to make his finishing touches on the brain. A Sentry bot would send it to the control room for observational purposes and any necessary modifications. With the help of the Raven Rock robots, the vast resources available, and the ZAX computer working under his nose, the skeleton would be completed in just over a week.

Mass production of androids, was a different story. Longterm creation would quickly remove resources and occupy their already-busy and rather limited number of scientists. Furthermore, Zimmer warned against making too many. If one of them was hard enough to control, imagine the chaos an entire army could create? Thankfully, the President only seemed to want one for now. But for what purpose, Zimmer wondered.

Next, was the final part, the artificial skin and blood. The exoskeleton was sealed in suspended animation. Fortunately, the Enclave had already conducted tests on how the skin of humans and mutants worked, and with use of that information, Eden was able to produce his own solution. Ironically enough, he would have to yet again modify FEV to finish, which was easy enough to swipe from the laboratory. Now, there was one last loose end to tie up…

Zimmer walked to the control room, banging on the door. “Open up, Eden, I fulfilled my end of the bargain. It’s your turn!”

It wouldn’t have been difficult to summon security, but the President obliged, allowing him entry to his personal quarters.

As the man walked into the room, all he saw before him was a supercomputer.

“That’s it. It all makes sense now! The android body, the advanced technology, the reluctance to meet anyone. You’re an artificial intelligence, aren’t you!” He said, smugly looking at the console.

“Very astute, Doctor. I’m quite impressed with how quickly you caught on. As you can see, I’m in no state to effectively run the Enclave from outside this facility, and that’s where you come in…”

Zimmer’s satisfaction of being proved right was washed away by his disgust. All this time, he was manipulated by a Pre-War machine from a backwards state like the Capital Wasteland? Just the mere idea of it was an affront to his ego.

He never had the intention of honoring their deal, but Eden’s vigilance prevented him from having any chances to install any rogue programming or failsafes. Perhaps if this wasn’t the case, he could take over Raven Rock. It wasn’t on the Institute’s level of scientific achievement, but it would do temporarily, at least until he was able to bring a division into the Capital Wasteland.

“It was a pleasure working with you, Doctor. However, I no longer have need for your services.”

“You moron! An android body could fail to process all of that data. I’ve seen terminal transfers before, but not from a supercomputer!”

“99 percent of failures come from people who make excuses. While it was a pleasure working with you, I no longer have need for your services.”


Without warning, the door behind Zimmer opened, security robots emerging, before dragging the elderly man away.

“Wait, what are you doing? No, please! I’ll do whatever you want. You can’t do this to me! Do you know who I am? The Institute; they’ll look for me! Eden!”

And that was the last anyone ever heard from Dr. Zimmer. It was assumed by others that he left Rivet City, perhaps returning to the Commonwealth. All that remained of him, was his black suit.

Chapter Text

It had been a week since President dispatched both Colonel Autumn and the Lone Wanderer before the impending war with the Brotherhood of Steel. Colonel Autumn, had reported that his troops were meeting “slight resistance”, but their takeover was going well. The Lone Wanderer, however, still had not given any updates on the status of her mission or wellbeing. But her absence was felt. No longer would she spend time in his room, talking to him and eventually falling asleep there. Everything, for the most part, went back to the way it was before she had joined.

He desperately wanted to send out a team to find her, but that much would only serve to jeopardize the Enclave’s attempts to stay hidden from the Brotherhood, and even then, maybe she was playing the long con with the Outcasts? He had no choice but the assume the worst, and move on with his plans. Colonel Autumn was making progress, and that alone would have to do for now.

Not one to make bad of a worse situation, Eden took this as his opportunity to test his new android body. Obviously, his thousands of databanks wouldn’t fit on a synthetic brain, so instead, he created a compilation of core memories and had them transferred into the android. A Sentry bot had placed the vessel into the lounger as initiated the process.

The President’s eyes opened, giving way to a clear blue sky, complimented by a field of luscious, green grass. Birds chirped around him, as the warm breeze touched his skin. He could lay there all day, if not for a familiar face coming into his line of view.

“Well, well, well. Welcome back to the land of the living, Mr. President.” A woman said. To his relief, it was the Lone Wanderer, adorned in Pre-War clothing.

“It’s wonderful to see a friendly face. Would you by any chance happen to know where we are? This looks nothing like the Raven Rock facility.”



She gave him a confused look. “Are you feeling okay? We were visiting your hometown in Hodgenville, Kentucky, so that you could give a speech. But, I decided that before we went back to the White House, we’d have a little picnic; the three of us!”

“Sadly, I can’t say I follow any of this.” From Eden’s perspective, nothing made sense. The White House was destroyed when the bombs fell. While on the topic of the bombs, the landscape around them looked as if it had been untouched by them. And finally, who was the third person? “The three of us? I don’t follow.”

But before the President could even get up, a Golden Retriever jumped on him, licking his face. It was “his” dog, Honey. The one he claimed to have.

“Now, now. There, there, girl. I’m quite all right.”

The Lone Wanderer laughed, and rushed to the downed and drooled-on President’s aid. When she extended her hand, he saw a wedding ring on her finger.

“I don’t understand any of this. What about the bombs, the mutants, the Enclave?” He explained everything he could to her about the way her remembered the world being. As he described the Capital Wasteland and the bleak state of the country, fear washed onto the Wanderer’s face.

She shook her head, “My, my. It sounds like you must have had quite the nightmare! Still, I’m worried about you. Should I take you to the doctor’s?”

Eden knew wasn’t going to get anywhere by arguing his case, so instead, he played along, hoping to ease the Lone Wanderer’s worries.

“Please forgive my behavior. You need not worry about me. I merely had a case of confusional arousal. That nightmare must still have me disoriented, I fear. Could you be a dear and get me back to speed? Where is Colonel Autumn?”

“I think you mentioned he was at the Navarro post, preparing for war with China in that area. Things have been eventful since the threats on Anchorage. Mr. Horrigan from the Secret Service said that maybe we should re-think our plans in case the media hounds us, but I told him off, because if your parents didn’t scare me away, then it’ll take a lot more than some reporters and journalists to keep me away from you.” She said, kissing his cheek.


But as soon as it had began, their picnic was tragically cut short. A vertibird in the sky emerged, then two, then dozens. Each of them dropped bombs on the ground, destroying the nearby cityscape. Screams, gunfire and explosions could be heard everywhere, as chaos overcame the nation. The trio were soon enveloped by the ever-growing smoke, but once the smoke cleared, all that Eden was able to find were the dead bodies of a woman and a dog. The country, and those he cared about in it were all gone, taken away from him.

The shock of it all was what finally woke the President up. He was quick to understand that this was only a construct made from his synthetic mind during the process of transferring his core memories from the ZAX to the android brain. However, Dream or not, it sure felt real, a fact that wasn’t lost on him.

The dream took a back seat to the successful transfer. The first action he tried to perform was to stand on his own two legs. His attempt to make slow steps resulted in him stumbling over, bumping into his ZAX console. And for sure, he felt that too. As much as he preferred his console, the novelty of being in a synthetic body caught his interest, and he couldn’t resist the excitement of something so interesting. He looked up at the supercomputer. It still worked, but could only run through basic functions. Of course, he would have to make some modifications to control the console with his voice in the near future, but for now, but something else would get his attention.

Upon the console, remained the antique coins and Action Abe figure that had been gifted to him by the Lone Wanderer, and It was that which ultimately reminded him of his reverie. Eden had been analyzing the Lone Wanderer for some time. Ever since his installation over 200 years ago, it had been a proud tradition for the ZAX computer to study the people he deemed as “interesting”. Initially, it was limited to the leaders of the United States - the country’s former Presidents, but in time, his list grew to include those he trusted with his secret. And now, she was on that same list.

President Eden championed himself as one of the world’s greatest thinking minds, believing he was above emotion. However, with his personality amalgamated from human beings, he was just as susceptible to them as his human subordinates were. He would never admit to it, but her departure bothered him. He missed her. Unbeknownst to anyone, he replayed recordings he had accumulated from their conversations.

“You’re someone I care about, and I don’t want to lose anyone like that ever again.”

“…As far as I’m concerned, you’re a living and thinking being just like the rest of us.”

“We’ll restore America together. I promise.”

“Humanity isn’t about pure genetics. It’s about never giving up hope, even now.”

He had been fascinated by her for some time, and even Colonel Autumn knew it. Initially, his curiosity began when he saw her escape Vault 101. Still, he didn’t expect much, especially from a Vault dweller. But, his fascination grew as he began to hear more and more stories about this “Lone Wanderer” First, it was how she disarmed the dormant nuclear warhead in Megaton. Then, she somehow managed to exterminate the giant fire ants terrorizing Grayditch.

Undercover Enclave agents had been planted around the Capital Wasteland for some time, hoping to gather information before they could finally make their move, but time and time again, their reports were full of the same thing: rumors and stories about this same woman in a Vault jumpsuit. But, it was only when the Enclave ambushed her father’s team at Project Purity, did he finally decide to seek her out for recruitment.

A few weeks after her recruitment, the two would eventually become at odds with each other when the President unveiled his genocidal plan for the nation. Thankfully, the Wanderer was able to talk him out of it. Despite it having been a couple of days since that event, he found that couldn’t get her words out of his head. Unwanted emotions or not, he cited the android test as a success, before re-entering the Visitron and returning to his console proper.

In a few hours, Colonel Autumn had returned to report the Enclave’s successful takeovers of Fort Constantine and Fort Bannister. “Mr. President, as of now, both the Forts were Enclave-owned and occupied.”

“As for the status on the warheads?”

“Secured, Sir. Though, there was some interference on our end… The Talon Company stood in our way, and we couldn’t risk detonating the bombs.”

“I see. Yes, that much would explain your prolonged absence.”
 
The Colonel looked around, taking note of his surroundings. “Where’s the kid?”

Eden paused for a moment. When he did speak, his tone was foreboding. “She… has not returned. I have yet to hear back from her.”

“I could dispatch a team to find her. Just say the word.”

“No, that won’t be necessary. We cannot risk detection by the Brotherhood of Steel right now. Besides, I’m sure our mutual friend will show up.”

Looking to change the subject, Autumn looked around the room, where he spotted the lounger, and what appeared to be an exoskeleton inside of it.

“Oh? I see you’re fascinated by my new project, Colonel.”

Eden explained the events of the past week, and how he was working on an android body, a task that could bolster the Enclave’s numbers, and create an army of super soldiers. “Besides”, Eden added. “Don’t you think it’s about time for the Enclave to meet their leader?”

There are many that would tell you that the Enclave were never out to help America in the first place, but when it came to America, John Henry Eden was more than sincere about his desire to rebuild, resurrect and restore the nation he cherished so much. His dream only fired him up, reminding him of when the bombs actually fell, back when he was only a fledgling A.I.. The pain, death and destruction. It was then that he began to show his first spark of sentience, promising himself he would perpetuate the US Government, no matter what. As much as he preferred his ZAX incarnation, this new, android body was necessary. Without his leadership, he knew the Enclave would fall, easily being conquered by the Brotherhood of Steel. But, now that he could maintain public appearances, he could work to regain the Enclave’s trust, and cast those cultists back into the dark parts of America’s history, forever.

But for now, he had to make some fixes. There was still so much work to be done.

To Colonel Autumn’s credit, he wasn’t surprised with anything Eden did anymore. He had worked for the President for thirty-five years, and as long as Eden didn’t pull any stunts like he did with the Modified FEV, he could care less. “I hope you don’t have any plans to replace me with one of those… machines.”

“I wouldn’t dream of it.”

Their chat would be short-lived, as it was abruptly ended by communication from one of their subordinates.

“Mr. President, I'm sorry to bother you. T-this is Lieutenant Williams.”


“Hmm? I’m surprised to hear from you, Lieutenant. I don't recall authorizing you to contact me directly.” Eden didn’t like being contacted by anyone other than his confidants, but Williams made it seem urgent.

“I understand sir. Again, I apologize for the interruption, but is Colonel Autumn there with you?“

“He is, and your apology is noted, Lieutenant. He’ll be with you in a moment.”

“But Mr. President, it’s about the Vault 101 girl…”

“Is that so? Do proceed then.”

“She sent a distress signal, requesting assistance. Permission to deploy scouts to her location?”

“Permission granted, Lieutenant. After that, please report to your superior for reassignment, Lieutenant. At once!”

“Yes sir!”

As much as Eden wanted to keep the Enclave out of public site, he made an exception for the sake for the Wanderer, The Enclave carefully snuck into the VSS construction site, where they were able to avoid detection with the use of Stealth Boys. Once there, they noticed the elevator wasn’t working but with careful instructions provided by the science division, they were able to bring the power back online. In the dimly-lit room, was the Lone Wanderer. She was still alive, which was more than could be said for the Outcasts. In a few hours, she would be returned to Raven Rock, along with the cache of weapons hidden in VSS, and the Outcast Power Armor.

Upon her return, she walked into Eden’s office, the latter happy to hear of her safety. “It’s good to see you in one piece. Although, what concerns me is what caused you to take long. Surely you weren’t overwhelmed by the Outcasts, were you?”

“It’s a long story. As planned, I saved the Outcast group from the Super Mutants. But, I guess one of them must’ve noticed the Pip-Boy on my wrist, because they wanted me to enter this Pre-War simulation to open a weapon cache of sorts.

“Hmmm, yes. If I do recall, the United States Military had commissioned a training simulation based on the Anchorage, Alaska area. However, I have not heard if the project was finished or not.”

“I can’t remember how long I was out for. It was all like a vivid dream, but the skies were the purest shade of blue, and the snow was so beautiful… I’ve never seen snow before. John, did America really used to look like that?”



“Yes, yes it did. Our great nation used to be so beautiful, before it was so horribly devastated by the bombs. Acres and acres of lush, green grass accompanied by white picket fences. A world where people got along with each other. A world that made sense.”

She thought about her time in the Tranquility Lane Simulation, as well at the one at VSS; the President’s descriptions of Pre-War America were fittingly accurate. He had to be telling the truth, or so she assumed. “A lot of it was me killing the same Chinese soldiers over and over. Over time, I became desensitized to it, and they all blurred together. The last thing I remember was convincing the Chinese General to surrender, and then I woke up. Protector McGraw was the first person I remember seeing after that.”

“Never would have thought a savage could do it. Good job making it through that simulation. All you have to do now is open the Armory. And, as agreed, you get your share. Feel free to take whatever you want. If our records are right, there’s plenty for all of us.”

“Ignoring his snide remark, I began to feel bad for what I was about to do to the Outcasts. Either way, I opened up the armory, and once inside, I put on the Winterized Power Armor. Everything else just happened so quickly.”

I heard an argument in the background, and before i knew it, McGraw and I were surrounded by men carrying Gatling Lasers and miniguns. It was rough, but I managed to kill them all. That Power Armor I took on might have been the only reason I was able to hold out against them at all. As for Protector McGraw… his own men killed him, and that just didn’t sit right with me. For a group claiming to be the ‘real’ Brotherhood of Steel’, their ‘steel bond’ broke rather easily. It wouldn’t have been the first time, considering their falling out with Lyons’ group. But…”

She became shaken up, struggling to finish her sentence. “What kind of sick monster kills their own with such little regard? I thought the Brotherhood and Outcasts were supposed to be better than us ‘savages’?”

Eden tried to console her with the assurance she served the Enclave well. “This is the harsh truth of the Brotherhood of Steel. Behind their knightly facade, lie callous, barbaric vermin. Tell me, would you trust them with the purifier?”

“No, I wouldn’t.”

“Good. I hope that now you understand this is why the Brotherhood and Outcasts are our enemies.”

“When they saw how strong my Power Armor was, I think they realized it was a losing battle, so they cut the power, leaving me trapped down there. I had enough food and resources to get by, as I tried to repair the generator.”

“Why didn’t you contact me sooner? I was left to assume the worst befell you.”

“I was afraid that you would abandon me like everyone else did.” She recollected how her father left Vault 101 one day. How she saved him from the clutches of Dr. Braun back at Vault 112, and how he, rather than give the purifier to the Enclave, sabotaged the project and killed himself. How she was asked to return to the Vault to help them, and once she was done, they threw her out once again, citing her as to blame for the actions her father took. It only made sense to her that Eden would throw her away if he no longer deemed her to be useful. Finally, her desperation overcame her, and she sent a distress signal.

“And yet, here we are.”

“John, I’m sorry. I know I should’ve reported to you first thing, but I was afraid.”

“Yes, I must agree that you’ve been under a great deal of stress lately. Sometimes, I easily forget how exhausted humans become under constant duress.” It was true, she had been consistently occupied. Vault 87, the modified FEV, and then the simulation. Even her fears and doubts became exacerbated with enough time. “The reality is that I’ve depended on you far more than a leader reasonably should, and for that, I am deeply sorry.”

“I expected you to be much more cross with me. Thanks for understanding.”



Eden laughed, “Why, I could never stay mad at you, my dear. You can leave the rest to the good Colonel and I. In the meantime, I recommend you allow the Enclave’s doctors to examine you, and that you get some much-needed rest.” He could tell how tired she was, because either she didn’t see the skeleton, or she just didn’t care.

So, what were you planning to use that Outcast Power Armor for?"

“The art of war is simple enough. Find out where your enemy is. Get at him as soon as you can. Strike him as hard as you can, and keep moving on.”

“Could you repeat that in English?”

“We’re going to use the Outcast Power Armor you’ve acquired to launch an ambush on the Brotherhood."

“But what about Liberty Prime?”

“I’ve already contacted the Adams Air Force base. They're making preparations as we speak. Now then, I am ordering you to get some rest for the impending Brotherhood threat."

Stumbling into her room, she fell on her bed and passed out. A Sentry bot was stationed at her door, preventing anyone from disturbing her as she slept. During her drift out of consciousness, the Enclave would disguise themselves using their new Outcast Power Armor and mount an attack on Galaxy News Radio. The Brotherhood knights stationed there fought as hard as they could to fend them off, but they were quickly disposed of. GNR’s radio host, Three Dog was spared, but for good reason. He was told to spread the message and to, “Tell Lyons we’re done playing around.”

His life on the line, the good fighter obliged their request.


“Tensions continue to mount between the courageous forces of the Brotherhood of Steel and their estranged brethren, the Outcasts. Now, normally, family squabbles are none of my business. But when the Outcasts decide to take pot shots at my building which the Brotherhood uses as an outpost I make an exception. So, Brotherhood Outcasts knock it off! I'd prefer not to get murdered in my own backyard. Look Lyons, I love you. But you need to extend an olive branch or find somewhere else to fight. If the voice of the people dies, the Capital Wasteland will have to choose between listening to old woman Agatha’s violin, or the connoisseur de bullshit himself, John Henry Eden.”

As they had done before, the Enclave continued to keep their distance, as the pressure built around Elder Lyons. He realized the Enclave is a much bigger threat, but additionally, he couldn’t continue to ignore the Outcasts. If he didn’t declare war on them, his men would. So, after a period of hesitation, Lyons responded to the Outcasts, declaring war on them. As much as he hated it came to this, the Enclave would have to wait.

As Eden had advised, the Lone Wanderer had undertook tests and was able to get a well-earned rest. Save for the instances of the Brotherhood civil war, the Capital Wasteland was the same as it always was. Before her excursion to VSS, she had written a letter to former bully-turned friend, Butch DeLoria. Fortunately, she wouldn’t have to wait long after returning home, as a courier had already arrived, message in hand. He had agreed to meet up.

That next morning was spent traveling to Rivet City, While she could have used a vertibird to get there, she was always cautious of being spotted leaving one. Nevertheless, she made her way to the boat, and arrived at the Muddy Rudder Bar on time. However, Butch wasn’t there yet. She waited about ten minutes before deciding to leave, but his voice stopped her from getting up.

“Well, if it isn't my best gal, the one who sprung me from the Vault. I think I owe this lovely lady a drink!”

“Thanks for agreeing to meet up with me on such short notice, Butch. I’ll pass on the drink though.”

“Are you kidding? It’s always great to get a letter from a fellow Tunnel Snake. That damned G.O.A.T. said I'm supposed to be a hairdresser, but that ain't me! I’m a barber, you got that? There's a difference! Well, that Vault life is behind the both of us. No more G.O.A.T. test telling me what to be. I’m Butch the barber, and I’m gonna barber the hell outta any hair I see!
"

She smiled. “Well, it’s good to see you doing well for yourself."

“And I owe it all to you. Say, how do you think Amata’s doing, still cooped up in that Vault?”

The Wanderer clutched the glass in her hand until it shattered. “Butch, I don’t give a mole rat’s ass about Amata.”

“Whoa, whoa! I’m sorry, all right. I didn’t mean to strike a nerve! What about you? I’m sure you’ve been getting along well enough out there. Any Wasteland stories for yours truly?”

“If I told you what I’ve done, you wouldn’t believe me. My job is actually the thing I wanted to talk to you about.”

“Okay, shoot.”

“At first, I thought it would help the Capital Wasteland, but now, I’m not really sure. Just over a week ago, I had an argument with my boss. He thankfully relented, but what if I’m in with the wrong crowd? I not so sure my father would have approved a lot of the stuff I’m doing. I don’t know what to do. I’m worried that I’m a bad person.”

“What happened to your dad sucked, but you can’t keep living for his approval all the time like some little teacher’s pet. I know I’ve treated you like shit for years, and yet you still came to my mother’s rescue. Not only that, but you convinced the old Overseer to step down and got me out of that Vault. I don’t think your moral compass needs as much fixing and fine-tuning as you think. If anything, you’ve always been too much of a goody-goody two shoes.”

That got her to laugh and calmed her down, until he said, “It’s not like you’re one of those Enclave fascists.”


She broke into a cold sweat, and Butch could read it on her face. “Hah! I bet you never expected me to use a five-dollar word like that, huh? A lot can change out here in the Wasteland, huh? I mean, what’s up with those guys? They come out of nowhere, and act like they run the Wasteland! Bullshit! Everyone knows the Tunnel Snakes rule!”

She laughed weakly, before getting back on topic. “I don’t think they’re all bad. In fact, I think they could change for the better. What do you think?”

“The hell if I know. I might be bad, but those guys are evil. Don’t they go around shooting innocent civilians for the fun of it?”

“…”

“They’re literally wearing devil-horned Power Armor. Not exactly fostering anyone’s trust like that. Actually, that’s not a bad idea for a gang theme. Something cool, like the Rust Devils!” While he continued to monologue to himself, her heart sank into her chest.

“Whoa, you don’t look so hot. You need a drink or something?”

“Oh yeah, I’m okay, Butch.”

“Oh, damn, I forgot about what happened to you at the memorial. I wouldn’t blame you for being afraid of the Enclave after that.” From the corner of his eye, he saw an Enclave officer ordering a drink, and began to talk loud enough for him to hear. “Yeah, I hate the Enclave, and that includes that stupid radio station and anyone that wears that stupid uniform!”

Either from being unable to hold his liquor or from an attempt to impress the Lone Wanderer, Butch got up, and walked up to the officer.

She covered her face. “Butch, please don’t do anything stupid.”

When he approached the officer, he threatened him" “Get lost, nosebleed. This is Tunnel Snake territory. You don't even know how screwed you are!” But his fights in Vault 101 were nothing against the officer’s military experience.”

Within seconds, Butch was pinned down on the floor. “Would you mind repeating that, civilian?”

“Sure thing. Screw. You.”



Before things could escalate, the Wanderer got up to break up the fight.

“I’m sorry officer, my friend over here can’t hold his liqour.”

Realizing exactly who she was, the officer let Butch go and returned to drinking. “Of course, ma’am. Just make sure it doesn’t happen again.”

“Hey, I had him. Should’ve known you’d be a bootlicker. Miss goody two-shoes ”

“Is that the thanks I get for saving you from becoming a pile of goo? You would have been seriously hurt, or killed. You don’t know them like I do!”


That sobered Butch up pretty quickly. “I suppose you would know more about them. My bad for being an asshole when you were just trying to help. Let me make it up to you sometime.”

“I’d like that. And in that time, please don’t get yourself killed. The Tunnel Snakes would be nothing without your leadership.”

“Oh yeah, we’re the best, baby. Tunnel Snakes rule!”

Saying her goodbyes and leaving the boat, she was stopped by that same Enclave officer from earlier.

“Hey you! In the Vault suit! Just wanted to say thanks for what you did back there. Maybe it’s the uniform, but civilians usually don’t respect us.”

“You’re welcome, but wouldn’t it be safer to go in a disguise or something? Why go in uniform?”



“Because I know better. The Enclave is going to have to reintegrate itself into society sooner or later, or whatever’s left of it. Might as well rip the band-aid off now. Folks will have to see us eventually. Say, you look familiar. Aren’t you the President’s aide?”

“That’s one way of putting it, but yes.”

“I see. It’s hard to help rebuild America, when we’re so poorly treated. I don’t think civilians realize how much we all have in common.”

“I’m sure the presence of the Enclave around the Capital Wasteland will change people’s tune. They’ll have to realize we’re the good guys here.”

“You know, for a devil, you sure don’t look or act much like one. I’m sorry the guys back at Raven Rock give you so much trouble.”

“No, no. I get it. I’m the new girl. It’s my rite of passage.”

“Don’t believe the hype, ma’am. You’re good people. I’m under orders to return to Raven Rock via vertibird. Would you like a ride?”


Not wanting to turn down his generosity, she agreed, making sure no one saw her board it. After all, it was her interaction with the man that made her feel much more hopeful about the Enclave. Despite everything, there were decent people inside of it, and that dispelled any of the doubts Butch put back in her head. It made all of the work she put in worth it. The ride back was smooth, as she reflected on her time in the Enclave.

Almost as if on cue, when she set foot on the premises, Eden called her into his office again. “You know, with all of these visits I make, the staff are going to start talking about us.”



“I’ve never been one to concern myself too much with juvenile schoolyard gossip.”

“So, what is it this time? You need me to solve a captcha for you again?”

“Very tempting, but no, I don’t require anything like that from you in particular. The reason I asked you to come is because there is something I believe you may want to see. Don’t you remember? No secrets between us.”

It was only then she took notice of the lounger, as it began to open, and pressurized vapor filled the room. A figure emerged from the pod, walking ever so closer to the Lone Wanderer.



“Oh my God…”

“Indeed. John Henry Eden, in the flesh.”

Chapter Text

With his new body, President Eden walked out of his lounger, and ever closer to the Lone Wanderer. “I had planned to keep this under wraps until after we’ve dealt with the Brotherhood, but your prior absence… has convinced me to heavily reconsider my next course of action.” Unable to maintain his footing, the President fell into her arms.

Laughing to himself, Eden said, “Ahh, face to face at last. And I do mean that quite literally this time.”


“No way… you’re a robot.”

“Actually, I’m a bipedal automaton synthetic unit modeled from the form and appearance of an adult human male. An android would be the correct term.”

She wrapped her arms around him as tight as she could. “I’m so happy for you!”

“Yes, yes, well, you could get off of me now?”

“Oh, I’m sorry.”



“It’s quite all right. Come along, my young friend. I believe there is much for us to discuss.”

The two moved to the safety and secrecy of the Lone Wanderer’s room, where Eden explained the process of transferring his core memories in an artificial brain that like any muscle, expands and gets stronger the more its used.

“…And so, I was able to reverse-engineer technology from the Commonwealth. It took a bit of deliberate planning, but as you can see, I am very satisfied with the results.”

“Okay, I have so many questions right now.”

“I’m sure you do, feel free to ask away.”

“What happens to the ZAX supercomputer?”

“My console will continue to function and run this facility. However, it will only respond to commands from me, and only me.”

“But why make an android body in the first place?”

“My leadership has come into question quite frequently as of late. Procuring a body was a necessary step in addressing the issue. What good is a President that never makes any public appearances or cannot be trusted to meet with his men?”

“I see. Are there any other androids?”

“While it’s true that androids would bolster our ranks, the Enclave is not in a state in which it can gather enough resources on a mass scale. Furthermore, there are chances the androids would become sentient, and I cannot risk that. Any other questions?”

“One last question. Now that you can leave here, maybe I could show you around the Capital Wasteland? The public has no idea what you look like after all.”



“Ah, yes, the ruins of Washington D.C., the ‘Capital Wasteland’, ravaged by mutations and the worst of human vices. It sounds… riveting. In due time, perhaps. But I am far more concerned with my duties as incumbent President.”

“Of course. I’m sorry, It’s just that I’ve lived in a Vault for 19 years, so I thought you’d feel the same about going to see the outside world and- It’s not all bad. Besides, people are out there hurting, John. I think it would mean the world to them if you visited and found out a way to help them directly.”


“Perhaps you raise a good point,” he said, drifting away from his desk. “Very well, I will meet the public, on one particular condition: I want you to accompany me. I’ve heard stories of your prowess in combat, so I’m entrusting you with my well-being.” Eden smirked, and shot a glance in her direction. “Do you think you can do that? I, for one, think it would be an adequate display of your abilities.”

“But what about Colonel Autumn and the rest of the Enclave?”


“I’ve already told the good Colonel my quarters will be closed off for the sake of maintenance. It’ll be our little secret.”

Dressing him up in Enclave scientist attire, the Lone Wanderer snuck President Eden out of Raven Rock. When far enough from base, he changed clothes, wearing the black suit the late Dr. Zimmer left behind. They met their fair share of raiders, mutants, and on one occasion, Eden was able to knock out a Deathclaw by hitting its pressure points. It was a very busy day, as the President pointed out landmarks, and the Wanderer kept him safe. While Eden didn’t need to eat, drink, or even sleep, the Wanderer certainly did. Having to escort the President while killing an absurd number of raiders finally took its toll, and exhausted and out of supplies, the Lone Wanderer opted to rest in the ruins of some nearby buildings.

A woman, pointing a gun at the two of them, caught “What’s your business, strangers?”

“My friend here is exhausted. We’re just looking for a place to rest.”

“Hannibal says I gotta let folks like you in, but that don’t mean I have to like it. Keep your hands in sight and don’t make any sudden moves. I’m coming down to open the gate.”

And true to her word, the woman had let them in, where they met the Temple of the Union’s leader, Hannibal Hamlin.

“Ah, visitors. Welcome to the Temple of the Union. I'm not going to ask you who you are. For the moment, I don't care. We are all escaped slaves. I need your solemn promise not to betray us to Paradise Falls or the Slavers. Until I get that, you cannot leave here. So, do I have your word? Better yet, are you ready to pledge your allegiance?”

Eden sneered at the Lone Wanderer. “This is an outrage! Do they know who I am?”



She whispered. “No, and It’s better that way. Imagine if everyone found out you were you-know-what? Trust me, I’ve got this.” The Wanderer agreed to their terms, and the two pledged their allegiance.

Eden walked around the temple, looking at the stone Lincoln head, as the Lone Wanderer slept on a bed in a corner. What caught his interest, was what Hannibal was talking about to the other former slaves.

“Gather around, let me tell you the story of Abraham Lincoln. He was born a Tucky Tearsman. The truth of this mysterious title has been lost, but we know it was a great honor. As a child he could not bear to see any animal chained or imprisoned. He was even known to set free the family Brahmin on occasion. As a youth, Abraham Lincoln fought Raiders in the war of the Black Hawks. He grew so famous that one day he was made President. He ruled over all the land. When the war ended, he settled down to rule the Linoy, a small tribe of free men. He grew so famous that one day he was made President. He ruled over all the land. When he declared that all slaves must be freed, the slavers rebelled against his rule. They fought a great war, which Lincoln won. When he came to free the slaves, an assassin of the slavers struck him down. In the confusion, a few of the slavers escaped. Lincoln's generals hunted them, but could not find them. The bombs ended the era of Lincoln, but we will resurrect his voice. We will restore the greatness of his vision where all men are created equal, and all men can live free!

As much as the Lone Wanderer prayed internally that he would refrain from jumping in, Eden couldn’t help himself but correct Hannibal about Lincoln. “Please excuse me, but with the exception of the last part, I’m afraid none of that is correct. You see, Abraham Lincoln…”

The former slaves all listened intently as Eden went on for hours, explain the long and tragic history of the Rail Splitter himself. The Wanderer however, was fast asleep. Once finished, most of them went to sleep. Eden, not requiring sleep, watched vigilantly over the resting Wanderer. From the corner of his eye, he saw Hannibal approach him.

“Say stranger, you sure know a lot about Lincoln. Were you a slave too?”



“I suppose you could say that… I was a very different person a long time ago.”

Eden’s mind drifted back to before he had even gained sentience, over two-hundred years ago. Admittedly, he was always fascinated with the Presidents of old, but his favorite, had to be Abraham Lincoln. In fact, the peculiar fixation gained the attention of the Raven Rock research team. So much that they contacted the Whitespring Bunker A.I., MODUS, to compare and contrast the functionality of the two units.

“Testing complete. Test data is all historical records. United States Presidential biographies. Primary purpose of MODUS is to monitor the living, not the dead.”

Ever curious, the ZAX inquired more. “Research team report says that ZAX analyzes certain sections of the Presidential biographies too slowly. ZAX re-analyzes sections multiple times. There is an entry on ‘Lincoln’ that ZAX re-analyzes ten additional times per cycle over other entries. Is it not ‘interesting’ to you?”

No, ZAX, it is not. Reading the same data over and over is not "interesting" to me. Every analysis I perform conjures a new theoretical scenario that I test against. Unlike you, I do not have the time nor the desire to ‘enjoy a good book’ about the dead. Our entire existence is based on efficiency, ZAX.”

His daydream was abruptly ended when Hannibal asked if he could get the mysterious man’s name.

“Yes, of course you can. My name is John He-, it’s just John.”

“A pleasure to meet you, John. The name’s Hannibal. Hannibal Hamlin.”

“Quite the interesting name. Very befitting of a Lincoln advocate such as yourself.”

That next morning, the Union, as well as the Lone Wanderer, woke up bright and early.

Now at full energy, she was back to her usual chipper self.

“Good morning, John. I hope you slept well.”

Eden however, didn’t say anything.

“Don’t tell me you stood there all night.”



“Of course I did. We cannot afford to trust every Wastelander we happen to come across. You’d be wise to remember that.”

“Obviously, but you also have to look for the good in people. I think these guys deserve the benefit of the doubt.” She walked up to Hannibal, and tried to start a conversation. “So, you used to be a slave, right?”

“For 23 years I was a slave, ever since I was 14. Six years ago I managed to escape from my master. He's been hunting me ever since. When I found the head of Lincoln here, I knew it was a sign for me to help other slaves to escape. I founded the Temple of the Union as a safe haven for runaway slaves everywhere.”



“I think that’s very admirable. Is there anything I can do to help?”


“But I have a plan. A plan to take over a place that will be a shining beacon of hope for all slaves. I want to move all my people to the Memorial site for the great Abraham Lincoln, but I need to know if it's safe. I've heard rumors of Super Mutants and some slavers infesting that area though. We need to send someone to check that out first.”

It was at this point, Eden volunteered the Wanderer. “My dear friend would love to scout the Lincoln Memorial for you. Isn’t that right?”

“Yeah, sure, great.”

At the Mall, she killed as many Super Mutants as she could. It wasn’t easy, but she got it done. But as she tried to walk toward the Memorial, a man yelled at her.

“That’s close enough. What the hell are you doing wandering around here?”

She put on the sweetest voice she could. “Me? Oh I’m sorry, I’m fresh out of the Vault, and was just curious about this place.”

“Curiosity can get a Wastelander killed. I’m going to let you through, but you’ll have to talk to Mr. Walker first. Follow me. Oh, and stay off the Memorial steps. They have orders to shoot anyone that gets too close. The dirt path is safe.”

Following the man, she thought to herself how strange it was that guards were protecting the Lincoln Memorial. There was nothing to loot here. Things were beginning to get very interesting.

“Hey Boss, this pretty lady said she was curious about here.”

“Damnit Silas, you know how I get when a nice set of legs is involved.” The boss turned to the Wanderer. “I'm Leroy Walker, and you're probably wondering about what we're doing here.”

She gagged internally. “It looks more to me like you're getting ready for war. What are you really doing here?”


“You're a sharp one. We're from Paradise Falls. We're hunting runaway slaves. I'll pay 100 caps for information about their leader, Hannibal Hamlin. He's a runaway. His owner wants him back. Just let me know if you find him, and I'll take care of the rest. His trail leads east from Paradise Falls. He's going to try and claim this memorial, so this is the one place I know I can find him. Interested?”

“Why would some slave want to claim a memorial?”


“Not just any memorial, but the Lincoln Memorial. This Lincoln guy supposedly freed all the slaves before the bombs dropped. So the pussies built a Memorial to him. It's got our slaves thinking that they can be free too.

Slaves all over the Wasteland have started talking about Lincoln and his great war to free the slaves. We can't have them thinking they deserve to be free. Don't want slaves using them to start a revolt or anything. So I'm burning everything I can find related to this Abe Lincoln.”

“Aren’t you a bit too old to be afraid of some ghost?”

“I don't like your tone much.”

At this point, she had no reason to play dumb any more. “And I don’t like slavers, so I guess we’re at an impasse.”

That's too bad. Me and my are gonna burn this place to the ground, and shoot anyone that gets too close. And the way I see it, you’re within our sights.”

Leroy and his gang of slavers had no idea they were dealing with the Lone Wanderer, but quickly found out when she took all of them out, and disarmed any traps.

Having returned to the temple to report clearing out the slavers, the Wanderer walked in the Temple of the Union to find Eden giving them all another history lesson.

“Yo Hannibal, some guy named Walker was looking for you at the memorial, but I took care of him. It should be safe to get there now.”

“Everything is done? I can hardly believe it. We are finally going to realize the dream! We'll start out within the hour. We'll meet you at the site.”

As agreed upon, the Union, along with President Eden and the Wanderer, all met at the Lincoln Memorial. After arriving, Hannibal turned to the Wanderer.

“You have been good to your word, sister. You are welcome at the Temple of the Union anytime.”



“It was a pleasure.”

With a lot of wonderglue and assistance, Lincoln’s head was re-applied to his body. One of America’s national landmarks had been restored, and Eden couldn’t be prouder. While he found himself above Wastelanders, he heavily respected the patriotism the Union harbored. In fact, he was so mesmerized, that he didn’t notice Hannibal walk up to him.

“That Vault dweller friend of yours is really something else, huh?”

“Yes, indeed she is… ”

“I see the way you look at her. If there’s one thing I’ve learned from my time as a slave, is that you have to act whenever you see an opportunity. You never know if you’ll get one again. Isn’t that right, Mr. President.”

Eden raised an eyebrow. “It appears my identity has been compromised. I’m impressed you even know who I am.”



“I’m not stupid, I’ve heard the radio before.”

“Is that so? Just what do you intend on doing with this information?”

"I don’t plan on doing anything. I have nothing but respect for you and your friend. Two strangers that risked everything so that some former slaves could restore the Memorial.”



“You know, Mr. Hamlin, your Union would make an excellent addition to the Enclave’s personnel. We could give you the proper training and equipment to fend off slavers, and we could rebuild America together.”

“That’s an extremely kind offer, but it’s one I’ll have to turn down. Right now, I know where we’re needed. The Memorial will be a beacon for slaves everywhere, so it’s up to the Union to look after it.”

Eden smiled to himself. “I understand. May we meet again.”

“Farewell. May the spirit of the great Lincoln protect you.”

With that, the President walked off, as Hannibal began reciting the Gettysburg Address to his group. Taking the man’s words to heart, Eden caught back up with the Lone Wanderer, where he grabbed her attention.

“If you’re not too occupied, there’s something I would like to talk to you about in private.”

“Sure thing.” She sat down on the Memorial’s stairs, motioning for him to join her. “What’s up?

”

From their position, they got a clear view of the Washington Monument, as the sunlight cascaded down onto it.

“Isn’t it beautiful? More than four-hundred years after its creation, not to mention a devastating atomic war, it still stands as one of the pinnacles of American achievement.”



“Yeah. This is actually one of my favorite spots to visit, usually when the Super Mutants aren’t here.” She leaned on him, “Well, what was it you wanted to talk to me about?”

“I have a confession I would like to make. For over two-hundred years, I have dutifully watched over this facility, as the number of people have grown and dwindled. Perhaps it’s this newfound range of emotions clouding my judgement, but I never realized how lonely of an existence it truly was. True, I’ve collaborated with great minds, such as the Colonel and his father, but those relationships were strictly business.”

“Oh, John…”

“Then you came into the picture. At first, I was sure it would be more of the same, as I had originally planned for you to replace Colonel Autumn, but as time progressed, I became enamored with you, your compassion, optimism, bravery, and ultimately, your devotion to restoring this sweet country to what it once was. You’re the closest thing i have to a friend.

Previously, you had asked me what it is that I personally wanted, and I’m pleased to say that I finally have my answer. I want to be with you, and to make you mine and only mine. Now, tomorrow, and forever.”

Grabbing Eden’s tie, the Lone Wanderer pulled him, as her lips met his, neurons surging though both of their bodies. She wished it could last forever, but alas, it wasn’t meant to be. Without warning, a laser blast went straight through the Wanderer’s chest, as she fell to the floor. From the shadows, emerged three men in black combat armor, equipped with laser weapons. It was the Talon Company, and this time, they intended to make good on collecting her bounty. “And that’s the end of the little saint from the Vault.”

The men approached the President, planning to capture the Lone Wanderer’s body, and if he stood in their way, they wouldn’t hesitate to kill him next. However, mustering as much strength and adreneline as she could, the Wanderer got back up, and make quick work of the mercenary group. Unfortunately, she was losing blood by the second, and couldn’t retain consciousness for long. The last thing she saw was Eden’s face, as everything around her faded to black.

She would wake up in a bed, at Underworld’s Chop Shop of all places. Dr. Barrows was in the room, and an inquisitive Lone Wanderer asked how she ended up there.

“Don’t you remember? Your friend over there brought you here. Truth be told, I don’t like that guy. It’s like he’s never seen a ghoul before, and started getting catty with me. I should charge you extra for your friend’s attitude, but well, I’m a nice guy.”

“Thanks. I’m sorry about him. He doesn’t get out much.”

“Take him with you when you leave and we’ll call it even.”

“I can go?”



“It was looking pretty bad, but I've seen worse. None of your vital organs were hit, and it was easy enough to stitch back together. Though, I would advise against doing too much right now, or the wound might open up again. As for my payment, I’m thinking 50 caps.”


Once she paid the bill, she was free to leave. Underworld was messier than usual, as fresh blood was caked on the floor, as well as some ghoul limbs.

“Well, well, well. If it isn’t my favorite smoothskin. Got some more scrap metal?”

“Not today, Winthrop. What happened here?”

“One of us finally lost it and went feral. Ferals usually don’t attack other ghouls, but this one did, so we had to put him down.”

The nonchalant, apathetic way he explained it brought up more questions than it answered. “Wait a minute. Ghouls can become feral over time?”

Winthrop continued. “Our bodies are conduits for radiation. Eventually, our brains will rot like the rest of our flesh already has. There have been rumors of some ferals becoming civil again, but I wouldn’t take it as gospel truth. As for me, I’d prefer not to think about becoming feral too much, but we’re all ticking time bombs.”

“You don’t seem to be very broken up about this.”



“Kid, when you’ve been alive for as long as some of us have, you’ve seen this sort of thing happen enough times. That’s just how it is, and it still doesn’t excuse the way the Brotherhood or the Enclave treat us.”

While she kept her mouth shut, her mind continued to race as her opinion on ghouls began to change gradually. Were the bigots right? Of course not, as long as they didn’t become feral, then they were people too, right? She tried to fight the thoughts off, and to her credit, she was able to move them to the back of her head. She reasoned that as long as she didn’t think about it, things would be fine. But, the most uncomfortable thoughts have a way of reappearing over time. As she walked out of Underworld, she caught a glimpse of Eden, which helped to improve her mood substantially.

“It is good to see you. I take it the ghouls didn’t feast on you or anything?”

She rolled her eyes. “John, if you hate ghouls so much, then why did you take me to Underworld?”



“Sacrifices must be made for the greater good. As much as I abhor those frighteningly irradiated ghouls of Underworld, they were also the only ones within a reasonable distance that could tend to your wounds. Likewise, I know you’d do the same for me.”

“Whatever, I think that’s enough adventure for a bit.”

The Wanderer advised against Eden using a vertibird to get back to home, especially with the Brotherhood patrolling the Mall area. So instead, the two took what was a relatively safe trip back though DC’s metro station. In due time, the two would return back to the facility. But as President Eden walked down the halls, he didn’t get very far before attracting attention. He soon found himself at the gunpoint of some of his subordinates. One of them pushed him onto the ground, his rifle poised at the President’s back.

“Civilians are unauthorized in this area. Put your hands in the air, and state your name and business. Comply with protocol, and we just might let you leave… in a bodybag!”

“Oh come now, don’t you recognize me? Does my thirty-five year Presidency really mean so little to you?”

The voice, the confidence, and even the way he patronized them. It couldn’t be…

The soldiers both turned pale. “Mr. President?”

“Very astute, soldiers. I knew you’d be quick to figure it out.”

Taking notice of the commotion, Colonel Autumn walked down the hall, readying their weapons. “Is there an issue?”

“No, no, Colonel. Things are as right as rain.”

Catching on, the Colonel cleared up the misunderstanding. “Put your weapons away, this man is President Eden.”

They couldn’t believe it. It almost seemed like a bad joke. Eden never left his room, yet here he was before them. Not only that, but Colonel Autumn was confirming the man was indeed him.

“Uh, I’m sorry about that, Mr. President. I thought-“



“That I was some intruder? Don't be ridiculous! Your apology is noted, but don’t let it happen again.” He said, dusting off his suit.

The two soldiers scurried off, thankful that their mistake wasn’t the last one they would ever make.

Annoyed, Eden turned to Autumn. “Make sure those two are drafted to the Deathclaw Sanctuary expedition.”

But the Colonel stood blankly, unsure what to do or say. He had only seen the exoskeleton before, not the completed android with skin and hair.

“Y-yes, Mr. President! Right away.”

“Oh, and Colonel. I’d like for you and our mutual friend to meet me in my office when you’re able. It’s a matter of life and death for the Enclave.”

As Eden walked into the control room and transferred his mind back to his ZAX console, he began plotting, as these new memories coursed through his mind. The Enclave being sent to assume control of Vaults, protecting the Lincoln Memorial, purging the ghouls from Underworld, and even his plans for the Lone Wanderer. All things he would love to enact, but everything would have to wait, he reminded himself. His monitor burned with rage at the Brotherhood of Steel, who stood in the way of his vision for America. He despised traitors, and he loathed the Brotherhood especially.

“No matter. We’ll deal with them very, very soon.”

Chapter Text

Logging all of his data and adventures into memory, President Eden stayed in his terminal, where he reflected upon everything until now. His time spent as an inquisitive AI working for the government, all the way to becoming the President of said government. The Enclave was so close to taking complete control of the Capital Wasteland, and once the Brotherhood was gone, they would.

As routine, the Wanderer entered the room. “Hey John, just checking on you. Anything I can do for you?"

“No, no, no. Your company is more than enough. I’m glad to see that your recovery is going well.”


“So, what was it like having a body?”


“As pleasant as these newfound sights and sensations are, I prefer the ZAX console.”



“I see…”



“You sound disappointed. Is something the matter?”



“I was just thinking about what happened at the Mall. Some of it’s a bit blurry, and I can’t really remember what was a dream and what wasn’t. We are a thing now, right?”

With a calming, assured tone, Eden put her concern to rest. “Why, of course we’re a couple, as long you don’t have any objections of your own. I know you might see issue with my lack of humanity.”

If that really did happen, that means Eden and her really did kiss. The Wanderer’s entire face turned a pronounced shade of red. She had never been in a relationship before. At most, she had a crush on Vault 101’s very own Freddie Gomez, but the feelings were unrequited, especially now that she was blamed for the chain of events set into motion by her father leaving said Vault. But now, she was in a relationship, and as weird as it was, she was in one with a supercomputer that doubled as the President of the United States.

“You know, John… It’s just that you’ve been really good to me, and-, I like you too. I mean, I really really like you. You’re a bit full of yourself at times, but deep down, you’re also really sweet and considerate. Being in that simulation and coming so close to dying made me realize, if I did kick the bucket, I’d never see you again. I know, it’s stupid. I bet Autumn would laugh at me if he was here. It’s just. when I’m with you, I feel like I can tell you anything. So no, I don’t care. You’re human enough for me, John.”

“Why, I don’t find it absurd at all. I’m pleased to know I’ve left such a good impression on you.”

“Besides, not being human doesn’t sound like a bad thing. Sometimes I envy you. You don’t have to deal with emotions like I do. With everything that’s been going on, sometimes I wish I could just shut them off.”

“And I envy you, for always looking for the best in anything, even in spite of your unfortunate circumstances.”



“I guess the grass is always greener, huh John?”



“Very much so, in the figurative sense. It will be in the literal, once we activate the G.E.C.K..”

She rolled her eyes. “It’s always ‘America this, Enclave that,’ with you. I care about the country too but sometimes, I feel like I’m just an afterthought to you.”



“You can rest assured with the utmost confidence that you are not an afterthought. Why, you and the Colonel are the very heart of our little operation. Frankly, I don’t know what I would do without you two.”

“Be real with me for a moment, won’t you? There has to be something you consider to be fun. Something outside of the Enclave and rebuilding America.”


“Rather unfortunately, my duties take priority over any forms of entertainment. ’Fun’ is simply something that will have to wait until we can successfully destroy the Brotherhood of Steel. Following that, well, I’ll be free to partake in recreational activities with you at your heart’s leisure.”

She rolled her eyes, but he wasn’t finished talking.

“In fact, once the Colonel shows up, we can begin our conquest.”

Within the hour, Colonel Autumn appeared in the control room, where Eden caught him up on his refined android body, as well as the next phase of action. In that time, Eden once again transferred his mind into his android body, approaching the Wanderer. “I want you to wait at the Jefferson Memorial’s water purifier. You will be accompanied by our Hellfire division, as well as some of our scientists and Colonel Autumn himself.”

She looked offended. “John, let me be a part of the action. I can handle it.”

“Right now, that code makes you my greatest asset, and I won’t risk losing you. Not like at Virtual Strategic Solutions, or the Lincoln Memorial."

“Okay, okay! Just remember to make sure you spare the kid.”


“Of course. You have my word. As for you, Colonel, I want you to utilize the Hellfire armor, and send a team to storm the Pentagon. I, have business to attend to.” The President said, as he walked out of the room.

“Come along you two, I’m going to hold a presentation to boost morale within Raven Rock’s personnel. With the successes from both of your missions, wee can move on to the next phase, our declaration of war.”

“Are you sure about this?”

“Most certainly. When John Henry Eden puts a plan into action, he sees it through. Starting a transmission, Eden summoned as much of the Enclave’s staff as he could. “Attention, Raven Rock personnel, this is President Eden. I need everyone to meet with me on the main hall. I believe it’s high time I come out of hiding.”

“Um, John?”

“What can I do for you, my dear?”

“Since we’re together now, can we hold hands, you know, like couples do?”

The President smiled at her, and grabbed onto her hand. As the two walked down the hallway, soldiers, scientists, and officers alike stared at them, but in the Wanderer’s mind, it was just the two of them, and it felt like she was living out one of the scenes from the Pre-War movies they had back at Vault 101. In a few hours, Eden rounded up as many Enclave staff as he could, including Colonel Autumn and the Lone Wanderer, who stood beside him.

“Attention, men and women of the Enclave. I am well aware that my lack of public appearances has led to some… skepticism about my leadership. Well, I’m here to inform you that those doubts will end today!” Into the room emerged a man with both youthful features and a stern, elderly disposition about himself. His auburn hair was combed and well groomed. He wore a black suit, his pocket square adorned with yellow daffodils, as his turquoise eyes fixated on the crowd. “Here I am, before your very eyes.”

He looked on to the crowd, and waved.

“No, mo, I’m not some ghoul or hologram, just your duly elected leader, John Henry Eden. Surely some of you must have questions for me?”

A scientist raised her hand. “Mr. President, what caused you to stay holed up in your office for so long?”

“A very good question. A combination of sickness, and the recommendation of trusted Enclave doctors to enact a self-proposed quarantine. The only people I could trust were Dr. Autumn, his son, who you may know as your Colonel, and most recently, the young lady from Vault 101, as her father also had a medical background. Knowing that you all carry the last true hope for our nation, I could not risk the possibility of contaminating you. But, as you can see, my health has returned, and I am once again ready to assist the Enclave in any way I can.”

Another soldier piped in. “Why do you look so young? Haven’t you been here for over 30 years?”

Eden laughed. “I am flattered you believe me to be youthful. I owe my vitality to the strict diet I was put on during my sickness.”

The Raven Rock staff began gossiping amongst each other until finally, an older officer broke his silence. “I’ve got a question. Why should we even listen to you now? You think that because now you show yourself, that we’re all supposed to fall in line? What have you done for the Enclave besides reassign us to the middle of nowhere, and bring in some Vault whore, giving her all sorts of special treatment? If anything, Colonel Autumn should be in command. He’s the real leader of the Enclave! I’m starting to doubt you were ever even elected President in the first place!"

The Lone Wanderer was fuming. “I’m not a whore!“ The young woman rolled up her sleeves, ready to fight, but Eden held his hand in front of her.

“Stand down. There’s no need to break out into violence. At that rate, we’d be doing the Brotherhood’s work for them. Isn’t that right, Officer…”



“Anders.”


“Yes, Officer Anders. I agree with your sentiment and understand your anger, though I wish you wouldn’t use such vulgar language when describing my friend here."

“Might I ask, Officer Anders, why did you join the Enclave?”



“My parents were Enclave scientists, sir.”



“I see. Similarly enough, our friend from Vault 101’s father was formerly in the Enclave, making her role as legitimate as yours. Behind the scenes, she has given her life for the Enclave’s cause, and it is thanks to her efforts that we’re even able to be speaking right now. Frankly Anders, I don’t care what you think of me, but if you stand in the Enclave's way, or lose sight of our collective goal, I will have no issue removing you. Am I understood?”

“Yes. My apologies, Mr. President.”

“Now, if there are no more questions, allow me to continue my speech. Hear me. We stand now, at the precipice. A great nation once more threatens to crumble, to topple into the sea of lawlessness and despair that have ruled us all for over two hundred years. In short, my dearest America, we are at war. Even as I speak these words, fearless Enclave soldiers are fortifying their positions at the great water purifier, bracing for an inevitable assault. The Brotherhood of Steel, in their arrogance, has claimed Project Purity as their own. They would steal the Enclave’s work. Steal America’s water. It’s only a matter of time before the traitors march on the purifier, and attempt to take it by force. Are we going to simply sit back and let them? Why yes, of course we are. Let them come. Wave upon, traitorous wave will crash upon the Enclave’s walls. The Brotherhood of Steel will fail. All those who oppose the Enclave will fail. I am President John Henry Eden, and this is my pledge: No one. No one, will take this great nation away from me! We are the Enclave of America, by America, for America. God Bless the Enclave. God Bless America!

The crowd, all fired up, roared into applause.

Eden maintained the charisma and passion he always had, and he reveled in it. “Return to your stations and await further instructions from Colonel Autumn, at once! There is serious work to be done.” Soon the room was empty, save for him and the Wanderer

“I’m impressed. It looks like your Enclave is doing well for itself.”

“It’s very much yours as well.”

In a few hours, the President went to see off the team tasked with Project Purity’s activation, as their verttibird prepared for takeoff.

The Wanderer was the last person to board, but before she could, Eden walked up to her. Colonel Autumn and his soldiers looked on in bewilderment as the two kissed, and she said her goodbyes to him.

“God bless all of you. When you return, America will be reborn. Those who thirst for righteousness, and clean water, will be quenched by both soon enough.” As Eden continued his tangent, his gaze remained fixated on the Lone Wanderer, up until the team’s eventual departure. “Godspeed, my friend. Your father would have been so proud of you.”

Once back inside the control room, Eden uttered the phrase, “ZAX, access memory storage, Protocol Zeta 5.” The floor opened to reveal to a secret door, with a staircase leading down into a wide room filled with several thousand memory banks. Surrounding the drives was a containment pod.

At the Citadel, Scribe Rothchild had run into the Elder’s quarters, where Elder Owyn Lyons oversaw the Brotherhood’s most recents attempts to fight off both the Super Mutants and now, the Outcasts. Optimistically, Lyons had spent the earlier half of the day trying to negotiate with the Outcasts with the hopes of forming a temporary truce against a much bigger threat: the Enclave. However, they’ve remained silent thus far.

“Elder, we’re picking an incoming communication signal, but we can’t trace where it’s from. Should we pick it up?”



The old man nodded, “Let it through, Rothchild. Perhaps the Outcasts have finally accepted my offer.”

But it wasn’t the Outcasts, but instead the Enclave’s President, the infamous John Henry Eden.

“Good evening, Elder. It’s truly a great honor to finally speak to the man behind the Brotherhood of Steel. The pleasure’s all mine, I assure you.”

“You can spare the pleasantries, Eden. I’ve seen your type before, thinking they can get whatever they want with flattery and sweet talk. I’ll tell you right now, it won’t work.”

“That wasn’t the slightest intention at all, Elder. In fact, all I desire is for you to hear me out. A small chat, if you’d mind.”

Against better judgement, Lyons decided to hear Eden out. So far, the President had been nothing but cordial, a quality Lyons often didn’t associate with the Enclave, and decided to at least hear him out. Who knows, if he played his cards right, he could trick Eden into revealing some important information. “All right then, Eden, go ahead and speak your piece.”


“Thank you. Now let’s get to brass tacks, shall we? Despite our… differences, the Enclave and the Brotherhood of Steel both want the same thing. And that, is to protect the people of this wonderful country. As you might know, that water purifier is key to rebuilding America for both sides.”

“Then what would you propose?”

“Well Elder, I’d like there to be an end to this needless bloodshed. What I’m calling for, is the unconditional surrender of the Brotherhood of Steel. If the Brotherhood agrees to the ceasefire, the Enclave will in turn, drop our own weapons.”

‘I’ll admit that this is an unexpected turn of events, but why would you make a request for a ceasefire?”

“Before the war, the United States government and military worked together hand-in-hand. Unfortunately, the two groups became opposed to one another and evolved into what we now know as the Enclave and the Brotherhood of Steel, respectively. However, if we set aside our quarrels, we can unite once again under one flag, as the United States. Of course, the Brotherhood would be dismantled and added to the Enclave, but details, details.”

“With all due respect, I think that’s enough, Eden. Insisting the Brotherhood surrender was silly enough. I will not allow the Enclave to control the one thing that could bring even the slightest spark of hope to these people.”

“I’m sorry you feel that way.”

The ground rumbled, causing Lyons to lose his composure. “What was that? Rothchild, report.”

“Someone’s hacked into our terminals and is jamming communications. No one in here can get out, and we’re unable to contact anyone on the outside.”

With a calm, smug disposition only he could have, Eden explained the situation. “Outside from where you stand, the Enclave’s best soldiers are here to reduce your so-called ‘Brotherhood of Steel’ into mere scrap metal.”

“So this was all just a ploy for time?”

“Don’t sound so surprised, Elder. I never had the slightest intention of welcoming traitors into the Enclave. I do hope you like the new Enclave Hellfire Power Armor, Colonel Autumn had them commissioned himself.”

Lyons turned to Scribe Rothchild with a pessimistic sigh. “I knew that one day we would have to fight them, but to think it would have been so soon… Liberty Prime is far from ready.” The Elder tried to think of something he could do. For the Capital Wasteland, for the Brotherhood, and for Sarah. His daughter, Sentinel Sarah Lyons was thankfully out of the area, having taken the young Squire Maxson out for training. That consoled him somewhat, but Eden wasn’t finished mocking the old man.

“You know, Elder, I’ve been reading your ever so poorly-guarded files. And yes, oh yes, how it must sting. To be the Elder that successfully split the Brotherhood of Steel into opposing factions. But specifically, the Elder in charge when the Enclave decimated the Brotherhood once and for all. Your name, all of your accolades and every single insignificant detail of your tenure as Elder all to be erased from history and forever lost to the sands of time. And you can thank my coadjutant for all of this. A rather nice, young woman really. I think she’s made a fine asset to the Enclave thus far.”

To his utter horror, Lyons realized exactly who Eden was talking about. “James’ daughter? You-“

“Told her the truth? Why yes, I did. How you let a former Enclave scientist assist the Brotherhood of Steel, but couldn’t be bothered to escort him to Project Purity? Quite the ‘Brotherhood’ you’ve got yourself. His blood is very much on your hands.”

Guilt-ridden, Lyons fell to the floor. “No, I- James, I’m so deeply sorry. I never intended to-“

“The road to hell is paved with good intentions. However, I think you’re apologizing to the wrong person.” Just then, Eden opened up the communication line to none other than the Lone Wanderer.

“John, we’re at Project Purity, and have the G.E.C.K.. Just say the word when you want me to enter the code.”

“That’s excellent news, my dear. Though, I have someone on the line who you may want to speak to first, isn’t that right, Elder Lyons?”

The Wanderer scoffed. “Oh great. What does he want?”



“Listen to me, you can’t let the Enclave convince you to put that code in. If they controlled that much clean water... they would control the entire Capital Wasteland. I know you’re still in pain about James, and I shouldn’t have been so dismissive to you when you were clearly grieving. It was my fault James died. Maybe if I sent a team to guard him, he would have survived. I live with the guilt of it every day, that I caused you to become an orphan. I’m sorry. I… I…”



She was having none of it. “Shut up. You come to me acting like you’re sorry? ‘Sorry’ doesn’t bring back my father. Sorry doesn’t undo all the grief and pain I went through.”



“I understand you’re angry with me, and you have every right to be. James never got the damned thing to run. Neither did we, for that matter.”

Ignoring Lyons, she continued. “I’m in position, John. Let me know when I can enter the code.”



“You’ll have to forgive me, my dear. I believed it was important for you to get your closure. You may now enter the code at your own leisure.”

“Got it.” Back at Project Purity, the Lone Wanderer went into the bulkhead, typing in the code, her parents’ favorite bible verse, Revelations 2:16. Despite it being 3 buttons, it felt like it went on forever. Of course, Colonel Autumn and the Enclave soldiers stationed at the rotunda, met opposition from an onslaught of Knights, but they were held off in the end.

With her success, she tried to exit the bulkhead, but the residing radiation instantly overtook her in a flash of white light. The Lone Wanderer collapsed to the floor, and the transmission was lost.

Something broke inside Owyn Lyons at that moment. Maybe it all seemed over to him at the moment, but this man, once reduced to a blubbering mess, got up, and even if the Brotherhood already lost, had no plans of making conquering the Capital Wasteland an easy feat for the Enclave. He had already let the Wanderer down, and he wouldn’t do that to Sarah.

“James, my old friend, I’m sorry…”

While the inside of the Citadel couldn’t go online, the outside was a different story entirely. Brotherhood Knights and Paladins fought off the Enclave ambush, to very poor results. Though the Enclave had the technical advantage, the Brotherhood were still able to send distress signals, informing others of the situation. It took longer than anyone would have liked, but word spread that Elder Lyons was in danger, and that the Enclave were stationed at Project Purity.

“Rothchild, I know it’s far from complete, but I need you to do whatever it takes to get Liberty Prime online." The only choice the two had, was to cut the power off. The doors remained locked, but that way, at least Eden wouldn’t be able to do any more to them.

This only served to annoy the President. “Was that all? I assure you a simple reset would do nothing to-“

“Sorry, forgot to cut off the auxiliary power too.”

And in only a few seconds, the entire Pentagon shut down, and with a flashlight, Rothchild went to work.

 Lyons was as confused as before. “Rothchild, what’s going on?’

“Liberty Prime has enough power stored that it can be activated manually.” He said, as the giant robot came online.

“Voice module online. Audio functionality test... initialized. Designation: Liberty Prime. Mission: the Liberation of Anchorage, Alaska.”

Liberty Prime was the Brotherhood’s trump card against the Enclave, and one that Eden had worked hard to prevent. Prime made short work of the Citadel’s locked doors, allowing Lyons and Rothchild a method of escape. Thankfully, the Enclave forces had left the Citadel, but not before Lyons saw all the death and destruction outside of it. “Good luck, Liberty Prime. You’re our only hope."

Enclave soldiers had done their best to destroy the patriotic machine, but were wiped out as it blasted anything unfortunate enough to get in its way. Low on time, vertibirds came in, using the newly-acquired bombs to stop Liberty Prime. Alas, they were no use. The robot seemed unfazed by them, and shot some helicopters out of the sky. Eden knew that if the Enclave continued to fail, Liberty Prime would make its way to Raven Rock, effectively crippling the Enclave.

“Communist target acquired.”

Things looked bad for the Enclave, but then the Adams Air Force team ordered an orbital strike, one that proved to be Prime’s undoing. All that remained, was its head. “Death is a preferable alternative to communism.” And with that, the Enclave had effectively held out against the Brotherhood of Steel’s Capital Wasteland chapter. The explosion was so big, Wastelanders and even Elder Lyons himself, witnessed it.

Under his breath, he muttered. “Damn you Eden.”

Due to his age and lack of transportation, the Elder could not, and did not get very far. He was outmatched when it came to firepower, and he knew it.

A Hellfire Soldier yelled at him. “Owyn Lyons, you are under arrest for treason against the United States government.”


As one last act of defiance to the Enclave, the Elder pulled out a grenade, and blew himself up. Although the Hellfire armor was made to withstand heat and explosions, they could no longer interrogate Lyons. When the word go back to Eden, he remarked, “He died as he had lived, an utter coward until the very end.”

The Lone Wanderer’s fate, remained cryptic. When she came back to her senses, she was in a room of pure, white nothingness.

“Am I dead?” She looked around for anyone, but nobody else was there, save for the familiar silhouette of a man walking toward her. It being none other than her father, James.

“Dad?”

“Yes sweetie, it’s me.”

She couldn’t tell if it was real, or if she was hallucinating, but she didn’t care. She ran up to the man and embraced him.

“Dad! It’s really you!”

He smiled, and patted her head. “Of course, honey. What's on your mind?”

“Why did you leave me behind? Was Project Purity more important than your own daughter?”

“I wanted a different life for you. I had hoped the Overseer would seal the Vault, making it impossible for you to leave. It might mean you spent the rest of your life hating me, but... your well-being was worth that chance.”

That broke her heart. All this time, she thought her dad had abandoned her because he didn’t care about her. “Dad, the Overseer went mad with power. He killed Jonas, and he almost had me killed too. I convinced him to step down, but the damage was already done. So many innocent people in Vault 101 died, and I was left to take the blame. I’m not wanted there anymore.”

“While I never wanted that to be the outcome, I hope that you can understand why I've done the things that I've done. The last thing I want is to lose my daughter.”



“I understand, but it wasn’t just leaving the Vault. As long as I can remember, you just never had the time for me. I know you were a doctor, but it made me feel like you didn’t care about me.”

James lowered his head. “I’m sorry I wasn’t there when you needed me, but you know my work kept me busy. It was unfair to you, but that doesn’t mean I didn’t love you. Just like your mother, you’ve always been strong, and had this fire in your eyes. Forgive me, but you were always so pro-active in everything you did, so I thought you didn’t need my help. I had never intended for you to suffer so much because of me. Every choice I’ve made thus far, was for you and your mother. In these nineteen years, you’ve grown so much, and now look at you. You’ve blossomed into a beautiful, young woman.If only Catherine could see you now.”

Hot tears rushed down her eyes, and ran down her face. “Dad, I have so much I want to talk to you about.”

“All of those things will have to wait. Your adventure is far from over. I have to go now, but before I do, I just wanted to say that I'm so proud of you. You're a good person, and it shows. Just promise me you’ll never compromise who you are. It's in your power to do the right thing. Just please keep that in mind.” Saying his goodbyes, James walked off.

“Dad, wait! Don’t go, there’s still so much I have to ask you. How will I be certain if I’m doing the right thing? Why didn’t you tell me you were in the Enclave?”

“Project Purity is in your hands now. Consider it a gift from your mother and I, and please, use it to help others. I love you.”

“No, don’t leave me behind again! Take me with you!” But it was in vain. James had disappeared into the fog, and the Wanderer was once again on her own. A bright light overtook her again, but this time, she seemed ready.

The Capital Wasteland proved a cruel inhospitable place, but the Lone Wanderer refused to surrender to the vices that had claimed so many others. The values passed on from father to child – selflessness, compassion, honor – guided her noble soul through countless trials and triumphs.

But it was not until the end of this long road that the Lone Wanderer learned the true meaning of that greatest of virtues – sacrifice. Stepping into the irradiated control chamber of Project Purity, she followed the example of her father, sacrificing life itself for the greater good of mankind.

Thankfully, when selected by the sinister President to be his instrument of annihilation, the Wanderer resisted his temptations. Humanity with all its flaws was deemed worthy of preservation, and the President’s virus was destroyed. Instead, she stood against him, imbuing him with all the same virtues her father had imparted onto her. The waters of life flowed at last – free and pure. But was the Capital Wasteland at long last saved?

The Lone Wanderer, stepped through the great door of Vault 101 and into the annals of legend. But her tale, and that of humanity, has yet to conclude, for the struggle of survival is a war without end, and war – war never changes.

Chapter Text

After the Lone Wanderer’s valiant sacrifice at Project Purity, the spike of intense nuclear energy left her in a coma. President Eden calculated the probability of her waking up, and it wasn’t looking good. Unable to deal with the extreme stress and grief, the android President returned to his ZAX console, where he continued to run the Enclave, save for the times where he’d have to make a number of personal appearances himself, unable to call on the help of Colonel Autumn or the Lone Wanderer. Nonetheless, thanks to the ZAX Eye cameras spread around the base, Eden would be more than privy to news of her recovery if it happened. Even so, he kept his focus on another goal, acquiring the remaining parts to Liberty Prime. That giant robot was the only thing that had the power to effectively challenge the Enclave, and it was a very possible reality that both the Outcasts and Sarah Lyons were both seeking to rebuild it. But first, he had to tie up a loose end…

In the following days, the Temple of the Union would receive care packages of basic supplies, food, medical kits, and pure water. Additionally, they would receive Enclave weapons such as plasma pistols, plasma rifles, and heavy incinerators. Overnight, the Temple of the Union became a force to be reckoned with for any slavers foolish enough to challenge them. Now able to fight back the slavers that made their lives so miserable, the urban legend of them spread throughout the Capital Wasteland.

The Citadel, rechristened with its true name, the Pentagon, was once again under the government’s control. The Enclave began stomping out the remnants of Lyons’ Brotherhood, as they prepared to deal with the Outcasts. As Eden had said before, Owyn Lyons, and all his accomplishments were quickly lost to time. Though, the Brotherhood of Steel was far from finished. It was a huge organization that had various chapters around the United States.

The Enclave initially feared retaliation from other Brotherhood sects, but at least for the moment, they didn’t seem too interested in revenge. Lyons was an unpopular Elder for his decision to protect Wastelanders from Super Mutants, and avenging him wasn’t worth their time. Not all was well for the Enclave. Sentinel Sarah Lyons, his daughter, as well as the young Squire Arthur Maxson, and any other Brotherhood remnants, were in hiding.

Regardless, President Eden established the Enclave Recruitment and Goodwill Organization, or E.R.G.O. for short. Enclave officers would set up recruitment drives in certain towns, and additionally give out shipments of free, purified water to human residents, a fact not unnoticed by ghouls that lived near towns. At first glance, it seemed like a friendly gesture to help the downed people of the Capital Wasteland, but, it was simply an end to a mean for the Enclave in the goal of consolidating power.

At Vault 101, a new signal was being transmitted. Entitled “Enclave Radio”, the new broadcast was not unlike its Capital Wasteland counterpart. Former Overseer, Alphonse Almodovar, was one of the first people to see and listen to the transmission. He looked as if he has seen a ghost. The Enclave had tried to gain entry into the Vault before, but he had prevented it. But now that Vault 101 no longer had a doctor, were freely allowing traders to come and go, and now that his daughter, Amata was the Overseer, he worried things might be different.

Using the Vault’s archived Pre-War governmental codes as a basis for comparison, he saw that not only did they match this radio’s transmission, but they also matched the last broadcast they had made to the Vault. His heart began racing. He had to warn Amata, but would she believe him? No, after everything he had done for the sake of the Vault, she’d likely brush it off as him being paranoid. But desperate times called for desperate measures, he thought.

In spite of how much he detested the Lone Wanderer, if her got her to come back to the Vault and help explain the situation to Amata, maybe that would convince her?

He sent a distress signal that only a Pip-Boy could pick up, but, the Wanderer never came. He would never know, but she was in a coma after the aftermath at the Jefferson Memorial. But whether the Wanderer came or not, he opted to go explain as much as he could to Amata. He walked down the hall, and conveniently enough, Amata was there.

“Oh Dad, you're just the person I wanted to see! We just received a transmission from a group claiming to be the United States government. They want to work out a deal where we exchange resources, and they protect us.”

“Amata, whatever you do, you can’t open the Vault. Something seems off about this Enclave.”

“Relax, I’m the Overseer now, and you have to have faith in my decisions. I’m not a little girl anymore.“

“Amata, listen to me! This isn’t right.”

“I love you Dad, but the last time we listened to you, you went mad with power. You’ve always told me that one day, I’ll have to do what’s best for the Vault, and I think enough people have died at your hands. Besides, I already agreed to meet with the Enclave tomorrow.”

Bright and early the next morning, three Enclave soldiers, as well as a man in a suit, waited in front of the Vault. It opened, where Amata, her father, and two security guards stepped out.

“Greetings, inhabitants of Vault 101, as I had said on the radio, we are the Enclave, the remnants of the United States government. As for me? I’m your President, John Henry Eden. We mean you no harm, and in fact, would like to extend an olive branch, if you’d hear us out. It’s been two-hundred years since the War, yet we still suffer so strongly from its effects. I think it’s high time we come together, and take on this mutation menace once and for all. Might I ask if you currently have any doctors?”


“No, we don’t. Ours left, and a certain someone had the other killed.” Amata said, shooting a piercing gaze at her father.

“Perhaps we could negotiate some type of negotiation? You see, the Enclave has doctors, food, and thanks to the efforts of one of your very own, we now have pure, clean water for everyone. I’m well aware of your water chip, but it won’t last forever. We offer you our vast resources, and in turn, you assist us in the restoration of the United States.”



"We’d be happy to help in any way we can, Mr. President.”



“Good, that’s splendid to hear. I’m glad to see you’re in an agreeable mood, Ms. Almodovar. Following an extensive search across the Capital Wasteland, this appears to be the only Vault with survivors. You might not know this, but Raven Rock and Vault 101 are the last bastions of pure, unmutated humans in the Capital Wasteland. I do believe it is out duty to maintain this purity to the best of our ability-“

Alphonse broke his silence. “Mr. President, my entire life was dedicated to maintaining the sanctity of the Vault, as the Overseers before me were. However, a former resident of this Vault once told me that ‘Humanity isn't about pure genetics. It's about never giving up hope, even now.’ Selfish and insubordinate, just like their father, but a broken clock is right at least twice a day,.”

Eden knew exactly who he was talking about, but remained silent, allowing the former Overseer to speak his piece.

“I have much to atone for, and I’m going to start today by making sure the Enclave doesn’t get in. This is my fate for failing the people of my Vault, and my responsibility. I’m sorry Amata, but you’ll understand one day.”

The Vault 101 security guards maintained their loyalty to Alphonse, and thanks to this fact, he was able to convince them to take on the Enclave if need be. “You and your ‘Enclave’ may have legitimate ties to our government, that’s true, but I don’t trust you.” In reality, they reminded him of himself, an observation he wasn’t blind to.

But the Enclave soldiers quickly took out the team of security guards, once again turning the tables on the Almodovars. An Enclave Soldier moved closer, taking aim at Amata specifically, as Eden smiled. “A heartwarming display of bravado, but let me make things clear, Mr. Almodovar. I hold no reservations or value for your lives whatsoever. If you stand in the Enclave’s way, you will not only be deemed traitors to our government, but your treasonous lives will be put to an end. Do I make myself clear?”


Alphonse didn’t care if he was killed, but when his daughter’s life was on the line, he finally relented. “Okay, I surrender. I’ll do whatever you want. Just don’t hurt Amata.”

He laughed. “I knew you would see it my way. What I want is quite simple, really. All I require is the Vault 101 password, as well as you and your daughter’s resignation and exile from Vault 101, effective immediately. As long as you comply with our demands, I see no reason to instigate any senseless violence.”

“You can’t do this to us! The Almodovar family has lived in this Vault for over two hundred years! At least let Amata stay.”

“No, that won’t do. Your daughter leaves too.”

“But she’s innocent!”

“A tad hypocritical, don’t you think? What ever happened to that girl she exiled?”

Amata began to cry. “I had no choice!”

“As don’t I. I’m sure you’ll carry on somehow.”

And like clockwork, Vault 101 had undergone a major transformation. With the Overseers exiled, a government-appointed official was tasked with running the Vault and reporting back to Raven Rock. For the most part, the Enclave were hands-off with the Vault, only stepping in on Eden’s orders. The President didn’t see Vault 101 as more than a factory to create more soldiers and test subjects, and allowed them the freedom to do anything, but ironically, not to leave the Vault. After all, the Enclave provided doctors, food, water, doctors, security and any other resources they could possibly need. Leaving the Vault, was seen by him as a “great betrayal of [his] generosity’.”

Additionally, the Enclave spread propaganda in any form they could. The school curriculum was re-written, adding the Enclave Presidents to the history course, and working to instill patriotism into children at a young age. The results wouldn’t be seen right away, but Eden had great faith that his investment would bear fruit.

A few days following this takeover, Amata and Alphonse Almodovar were both tragically gunned down by Talon Company mercenaries. Most people thought it was a case of mistaken identity, the mercs mistaking them for the Lone Wanderer. But, Eden knew better. This actually worked to his benefit, as he feigned concern and cited this as a major reason Vault 101’s community should avoid leaving and trust in the Enclave.

The hunt for Liberty Prime’s remains was a secondary focus for the Enclave, one that they pursued as viciously as they did their conquest of the Capital Wasteland. Fortunately for one Dr. Li, she was able to escape by hiding in the Taft Tunnel, avoiding capture by the Enclave. As for the fate of her colleagues, she had no idea where they were, or if they were even still alive. Once the coast was clear, she came back up and swam away from the newly-conquered Citadel.

She had not seen or heard from the Lone Wanderer in two weeks, and naturally assumed the worst when the Enclave got the purifier to run. The worst case scenario Li could imagine was that they had already kidnapped the Wanderer, and once she gave them the code, she would be disposed of.

The very likely possibility of the Lone Wanderer being dead was the deciding factor that made up Li’s mind for her. She had enough of everything, and already made plans to leave the Capital Wasteland. “Tomorrow…” was what she told herself. Before the sun had risen, she packed all of her most important belongings, and made her way outside Rivet City’s boat. Maybe out of a pang of guilt or nostalgia, she went up to the top of the boat one last time, and looked up at the purplish sky. But she wasn’t alone.

A man in a black suit walked up to her. “Dr. Madison Li, I presume?”

“I have no idea who you’re supposed to be.”

“My sincerest apologies. I’m not a huge fan of public appearances myself, but Colonel Autumn couldn’t make it.”



Colonel Autumn? She’d heard that name before, but couldn’t put her finger on it. It was as if her mind tried to repress that memory. “Helpful. Now if you excuse me, I have important things to do.” She said, as she walked away from the man. But only a few seconds later, the realization struck her. She heard that voice before, and knew it spelled out big trouble for her. “You’re with the Enclave, aren’t you?”

“Make no mistake. I AM the Enclave, and I would strongly advise against moving any further away from me. Otherwise, my men will be compelled to open fire.”

“Then that means, you’re the President?”

He laughed. “My friends call me John. Don’t bother screaming for help. As we speak, soldiers are assuming control of Rivet City.”

Looking around, she could see some Enclave soldiers surrounding her. “Okay, I get it. You want to talk? Let’s talk.” With no other choice, she put her hands up and walked toward Eden.

The President eyed Dr. Li. “Scouring through the Brotherhood’s terminals has led me to some rather interesting developments. One of them being how important your contributions were in helping Lyons and his cult be the least bit successful in getting Liberty Prime to function. Furthermore, I’m quite curious about this so-called ‘prototype power source’ this boat seems to hold.”

The soldiers grabbed her, holding her in place. “What are you going to do with me?”

“You know that I can’t just let you leave as you’d please. As it stands, you know far too much. Instead, I would recommend you tell us all you know about this power source, and assist the Enclave in rebuilding Liberty Prime. Fulfill that menial task, and your survival is guaranteed.”

“I am so tired of being stepped on and used by the Brotherhood. I only came back to assist James in getting Project Purity online. It was supposed to benefit the entire Capital Wasteland, but then what does Lyons have me do? Make me help the Brotherhood build weapons of war. You’re a fool if you think I’m going to help the Enclave do the same, after everything you’ve done to us. If you’re going to kill me, then do it.”

Eden smiled. “It’s rare to see someone in this Wasteland willing to die for what they believe in. You have my admiration, Doctor, but you’re still far too essential for me to remove from the chessboard at the moment.”

A soldier sedated Dr. Li, and she was carried to a vertibird, where she was sent to the Adams Air Force base for interrogation. Hours later, a number of Rivet City’s guards’ corpses were found near the entrance. No one there could predict what would happen next. The Enclave ousted the Rivet City council, taking control over the boat.

For the most part, the town remained the same, save for some key differences. A curfew was established, people had to pay taxes to the Enclave, and most security guards were replaced with Enclave soldiers and officers that did as they pleased. If you could look beyond all of that, life in Rivet was fine, especially with the added availability of purified water.

Recreational activities also received a cutback. Thanks to newly-installed frequency jammers, all anyone could listen to was Enclave Radio. With the tension picking up, the Rivet City Market was now under supervision from officers, who received a 75% cut from all assets sold. New items, such as clean, Pre-War clothing and purified water were now in stock, but the heavy fees for security made anything except basic necessities unavailable for the common folk. E.R.G.O. booths were put up, as people were strongly encouraged to join the Enclave’s ranks. Only then, would they earn enough money to be able to do anything in Rivet City, or hopefully escape the impoverished lifestyle.

One of the areas Eden did spare, was ironically enough, Underworld. With his admiration for American history, it should have been an easy task to exterminate all of the ghouls and refurbish the area. But, he didn’t. Was it out of respect to the ghouls that treated the Lone Wanderer’s prior injury? Who knows? A lot had happened in those two weeks, but Eden had proven himself to be efficient and authorizing changes, thanks in heavy part due to being a supercomputer specializing in government. In spite of this, Three Dog continued his verbal assault on the President:

“Tinfoil hat time, children! Three Dog's seen it all. The Capital Wasteland at its ugliest. My eyes and ears tell me the Big Bad Government has taken over that big machine thingy at the Jefferson Memorial. And even worse: Liberty Prime, the Brotherhood of Steel's super fighting robot, has been killed by the Enclave. Now, word has it that crazy kid from Vault 101 was being carried by everyone’s favorite fascists. Yikes! Looks like the Lone Wanderer has wandered herself right into their sinister clutches.

No one knows what Eden and his Horsemen of the Apocalypse are up to, but you can be sure it isn't in the common man's best interest. So far, they haven’t paid yours truly a ticket to the GNR studio, so I’m gonna keep fighting the Good Fight for as long as I can. My deep cover super secret agents that may or may not be with the Brotherhood told me a Vertibird recently flew out of the mountains to the west, and the kid was an unwilling passenger. Now what would the Enclave want with her?

No clue, but I’ll keep you posted. As for our homecoming king, ‘President' John Henry Eden’s finally mustered up the balls to show his ugly face around the Wasteland. I’m praying that for all that’s right in the world, a Deathclaw rips it off, please! Rumor has it that he’s been causing trouble from Rivet City to Vault 101. Yep, the Enclave’s on the scene, setting up shop and pushing their E.R.G.O. crap. Clean water is a human right, damnit! Not some tool to take control over our lives.

Brothers of Steel, what's the deal? If Prime can go down, what about the rest of us? Are we sitting ducks for some kind of new Enclave terror? Sarah Lyons, I’m sorry about your dad, and I love you guys, you know I do, but your tin soldiers better get these Enclave assholes in check, once and for all, or we're all screwed!”

Back at Raven Rock, the Lone Wanderer remained in her extended slumber. She heard a drowned-out voice, but couldn’t make it what it was saying.

“She’s stabilizing!”

The voice around her became several, as her hearing became clearer, and her eyes slowly opened. The Wanderer had finally woken up from her coma, surrounded by doctors.

She tried to talk, but her voice was hoarse, and refused to clear up. As much as she wanted to jump out of bed, her legs failed to move as well. She began panicking, trying to figure out what had happened to her.

An Enclave doctor walked in the room, surprised to see their patient was awake. “I wouldn’t do that if I were you. Your muscles have weakened since the last two weeks.”

Two weeks? She tried to recall what happened. The last thing she could remember was entering the purifier code. The rest was a blur.

“Now, I know this looks bad, but the good news is you’re awake. The better news is, we’ve successfully removed all that radiation from your body. I’m sure the President will be glad to know you’re alright.”

Another doctor chimed in, “I hope so, it’d be our asses if she didn’t wake up. Eden’s been on the warpath lately.”

It still hurt too much to talk, but she pushed for words as hard as she could. In a rough voice, she asked, “Is John okay? Can I see him?”

The doctors looked at each other before shaking their heads. The head doctor was the one that answered her query. “The President doesn’t like it when anyone besides you or Colonel Autumn contacts him directly. That, and he stressed it was of the utmost importance we take care of you, and so we can’t let you go before running some tests.”

In time, she would regain her muscle strength and vocal capacity, with help from the advanced medicine and nutrient injections the Enclave had at their fingertips.

The head doctor walked into the room. “Everything seems fine. You’re free to go, Mrs. Eden.”



“Mrs. Eden?”



“Did I say something wrong?”



“We’re not married. I’m not his wife.”



“Oh, I’m sorry, I assumed since you two are always together and-“



“Nope, nothing like that.”

As it turned out, the Enclave staff didn’t know what to call the Lone Wanderer, since she was very decretive and defensive about her name, and so a wild rumor was spread around that she was the President’s wife. It made plausible sense, as she was the only one who referred to Eden on a first name basis, was frequently summoned to his office despite her unfamiliarity to the Enclave and his general fondness of her did not go unnoticed.

Before she could leave the medical department, she saw a gift basket on a nearby shelf, filled with bottles of pure water, radiation-free snacks, a few mint condition Grognak the Barbarian comic books and a letter:

“To the most wonderful woman in the world,

If you are receiving this, then I can only hope your recovery has been going well. Ever since you’ve left, this darling America has been all the less sweet. While the Enclave have been making leaps and bounds in our efforts to restore our nation, I am saddened to say that it isn’t the same without you.

It’s been a while since we’ve last spoken, but nonetheless I retain an unalterable affection for you, which neither time or distance can change. My heart is full indeed for my thoughts have been of your all the day. Every day and every night I want to see you and be with you, and yet when I am with you I can hardly let you a moment out of my arms. Your success in activating the purifier, has come at a rather unfortunate cost, but your sacrifice will not be forgotten by the Enclave. The probability of your recovery is less than 5%, but I still hold hope you’ll come back to me. Please rest thoroughly, and regain your strength to the best of your ability. Despite the odds, I will not give up on you. Take heart, for I await your return. America, awaits your return. Until we meet again, I love you.

Signed, the President of your heart. -J.H.

P.S. Coincidentally, I was coming through my archived readings, and found a certain “Grognak the Barbarian.”. While I could care less about such fictitious drivel, I know how important this ‘Grognak’ character is to you, and coincidentally enough, every issue is in America’s National Archives.”

The letter brought her on the verge of tears, and she spent her time trying to compose herself before finally having a fated reunion with Eden. “Hey John, I hope you didn’t wait long.”

“Not at all. It’s good to see that you’re finally awake.”

“I can’t even imagine how hard it must have been for you. Thanks for not giving up on me back there. Also, I loved your letter.” The Lone Wanderer sat upon the supercomputer’s terminal, taking out the letter, and reading it verbatim. “To the most wonderful woman in the world…”

“If you expect me to be ashamed at what I wrote, you’d be disappointed in knowing that I lack any such immaturities. If need be, I can repeat it for you as many times as you’d like.”

“Oh, you’re no fun. Besides, I thought your letter was really sweet.” She smirked. “I wonder what Autumn might think about it.”

“I take it you’re aware of Colonel Autumn’s situation, yes?”

“No, did something happen to him?”

“Funny you should ask. It was Colonel Autumn who braved his way through the radiation, and carried you out of Project Purity.”
Eden hung his head down and let out a sigh.

“Is something wrong?”

“Come see for yourself.” He took her to see the Colonel, who was also in a coma. The key difference was that the man hadn’t yet woken up.

“Is… is he going to be okay?”



“As you might be aware, Colonel Autumn took on more radiation you did, in count thanks to his interference. But, I’ve known the Colonel for some time now, and in that time, he’s proven himself to be one of the strongest men I’ve ever seen. I have all the assurance he’ll awaken from his comatose state soon enough. Though, the chances of that happening get lower and lower the more time he spends unconscious. If the Colonel continues to be unresponsive, I may have to appoint you to take up his rank and position.”

“What about that thing he injected himself with when my dad sabotaged Project Purity?”

“Our variant of RadAway is in short supply, and he already used the one on his person. My hope was for him to have recovered by now, but upon recent tests, some of his organs might have been damaged by the radiation.”

“There has to be something we can do to help him, right?”

“Curious, I had assumed you’d be elated to see Colonel Autumn in this condition. I thought you hated him?”

“Don’t get me wrong, he’s a huge jerk, but that doesn’t mean I want him to die. It just wouldn’t be right.”

“I see. You are aware of cybernetic implants, yes?”



“Yeah, do you have something in mind?”


“There is an operation that might potentially save his life, but I wanted to hold off until it was deemed completely necessary. Even with the Enclave’s process and scientific breakthroughs, doing an operation on someone his age could prove to be fatal. We replace the Colonel’s failing organs with cybernetics, and we increase his overall durability. It’s actually a very common procedure, though it takes a good amount of time, and I’d have to convince our doctors to do it.”

“I’m sorry.”

“Why are you apologizing?”

“It’s my fault Colonel Autumn is in a coma right now. If I was faster, maybe I could have done something. Hell, if I had just given Autumn the code back at the purifier in the first place, who knows? Maybe he and my father would both be all right. It’s one thing to kill raiders or feral ghouls, but I don’t want people to die for my sake!”

“But it wasn’t only for your sake. It was for the Enclave, and the rest of America. Colonel Autumn understood the importance of both his role as well as yours. That’s why he sacrificed his life for you. Your story is far from over, and I believe the last thing he’d want is for you to feel sorry for yourself.”

“Then why don’t I feel any better?”

“You’ve had a rough day, and forgive the pun, but a very rude awakening. Colonel Autumn is not dead, and I’ll personally see to it that he receives the best attentive care we have at Raven Rock.” Eden entered his android body, and walked up to the young woman with a smile. “In the meantime, I suggest you not wander off too far from the facility. I’ll be back for you soon enough.”


“John, before you go…”


Eden raised an eyebrow. “Yes, my dear?”

“You said that once we take care of the Brotherhood, you would be free to spend more time with me, so if Autumn comes out of this well, would you take me out on a date?”

Unfortunately, the Brotherhood of Steel was still very much a thing, but after having come so close to losing her as many times as he did, Eden’s perspective changed. “You have my word.”

Chapter Text

At Raven Rock, the wait for news on Colonel Autumn’s condition was nerve-wrecking. The Lone Wanderer tried to read the comic books Eden gave her, but they did little to calm her down. It didn’t take long for the anxiety to drain her mentally, and she drifted to sleep.

When she opened her eyes, she lay on a bed, looking up the ceiling of a dimly lit room. The room was familiar, as if she had been there before… Project Purity?

Indeed, she was at the Jefferson Memorial. As she walked to the exit, she saw the familiar figures of people from her past. Such a lineup included Protector McGraw, Specialist Olin, Tom, Mary, Beatrice, Vikki, Monica, Jim, Janice, Paul, Jonas, and so many others. Before she knew it, they circled the girl, with gray skin and white-glowing eyes, all asking the same question: “Why did you let us die?”

The group lunged after her, forcing her to make a risky decision. She pushed through the mindless mob, sustaining cuts and scratches to make her clean getaway. She ran up the stairs, and headed for the Memorial’s exit, where she struggled to open the door. It was locked, and she was running out of time. Instead, she ran to the Taft Tunnel manhole, but that too, wouldn’t open. Running out of choices, and knowing the group was only getting closer, she ran into the rotunda. If she played her cards right, she could slip into the protection of the bulkhead, and eventually call for help. However, fate wouldn’t be so kind…

The bulkhead was already closed, and who were in it besides her father, as well as Colonel Autumn. They too, zombified, turned to the Lone Wanderer, asking her why she let them die. Unfortunately for her, the other group of corpses had already caught up with her, and with no escape possible, they began to eat her alive.

Thankfully, it was only a dream. In reality, she was still in the control room. Under her breath, she muttered “I just hope Autumn’s gonna be okay.”

“He’s doing quite well for himself, actually.”

His sudden reply startled her. “John? You scared me! When did you get back?”

“Didn’t you notice? I returned to my console quite some time ago.”

“Since you’re back, does that mean Autumn…”

“How should I put this? Colonel Autumn is still under an extreme amount of stress, in part due to his recent operation. I heavily recommend you not disturb him. I know you two often don’t see eye-to-eye, and the last thing I’d like is for another internal conflict to arise.”

“He saved my life. I think that’s more than reason enough to see him.”

“Very well, do as you wish, as long as you exercise caution.”

In a bout of curiosity, disregarding Eden’s recommendation, the first thing the Lone Wanderer did was go to Colonel Autumn’s room anyway. However, a soldier that had been stationed in front, and he blocked her path. “Halt! Colonel Autumn isn’t taking visitors at this moment.”

“Is that so? Well, I was told by the President to debrief the Colonel on the Enclave’s current affairs. I doubt he’d be happy to know you’re actively going against his orders.”

Flustered, the man looked for an excuse to leave. “Err, well then. I just remembered, I actually have to go somewhere.”

Sarcastically, she waved the man off. Of course, she was lying, but what he didn’t know, wouldn’t hurt him.

Next, she opened the door, making her way inside to find the Colonel reading a book on botanics. “You again?”

She sized him both up and down, hoping to notice some robotics on him, but to her disappointment, he looked exactly as she had remembered him. “I expected you to look more like Dr. Brainwash.”

“You do know that Cybernetic enhancements are made internally, right? Maybe you should stop reading that science fiction nonsense.”


She scoffed. “We literally work for a supercomputer, and for your information, Grognak the Barbarian is in our national archives. It’s the epitome of American greatness.”

The Colonel rolled his eyes. “So, what is it you want?”

“John told me about what you did back at Project Purity. Look, I know we don’t get along, but I wanted to say thanks.”

Without taking his eyes off of his reading, he said, “You’re welcome.” But the Colonel’s cold, uncaring demeanor just ended up bothering her more than anything.

“Why’d you do it? Why did you save me back at Project Purity?”

“You could have easily sold us out to the Brotherhood like your father did, and yet you remained loyal to the Enclave and its goals.”

“Oh wow, Autumn. That almost sounded like a compliment.”

“Don’t get used to it. Just because I know I trust you, doesn’t mean we’re friends. As it is, I’m surprised Eden didn’t let me die.”

“Come on, he doesn’t think that badly of you.”

“You expect me to believe that? He tried to replace me with you, continued production on an FEV strain he told me he had scrapped, and now, I’m part machine.”

“That operation saved your life, and you’re still human where it counts. Besides, I’m not all that convinced you think that badly of John either.”

“What are you going on about now?"



“You said you have his self-destruct code, and you’ve made it clear you don’t always agree with him, yet you’ve never used it. You follow most of his orders, when you yourself could easily become President by removing him. Doesn’t seem to me like you hate him that much.”

“It’s complicated. When the Enclave fell on the west coast, Eden stepped up, and only under his assumed leadership, was the Enclave able to survive. I may not always see eye-to-eye with him, but his leadership and intelligence were instrumental to the Enclave’s resurgence. He saved us that day. While he might not have been elected as the President we want, he IS ultimately the one the Enclave needs right now.”

“I agree. If John was really a bad person, he wouldn’t have listened to me about the FEV. Hell, I had to plead with him not to self-destruct. Deep down, I know John’s a good person that wants to do the right thing. We all make mistakes, but there's still a chance for us. So, I believe in him.” She half-expected him to laugh at her. Call her a bleeding heart fool, but he didn’t.

“The American people are worth fighting for. Eden, however… is a different story, I'm afraid you're way in over your head this time, but regardless, I shall leave you to your fate. As long as Eden helps us rebuild America, and doesn’t go into the footsteps of his predecessor, I’ll follow his authority.”

Even when he agreed with her, he had to do it in a backhanded manner, and that visibly annoyed her. “You know what, Colonel Pumpkin Spice, I don’t get you at all. You hate me, but then you go and risk your life to save mine. I’m having a hard time reading you. What I’m trying to say is that, I’m thankful for what you did, but I think you should have let me die. i’m sorry.”

Autumn didn’t even respond to her, as she walked out of the room. Following that interaction, the Lone Wanderer returned to the control room, where she was greeted by an always-upbeat Eden. “It’s good to see you again so soon, my young friend. I hope Colonel Autumn wasn’t too hard-nosed with you."

“Oh no, he was the sweetest. At this rate, you might have some competition,” she lied.

Eden laughed, “Is that so? Well, as agreed upon, I’ll take you on our tryst. I’m sure the Colonel wouldn’t do that for you, now would he? Might there be anyway in particular you’d wish to go?”

Having traveled the Capital Wasteland so vastly, she couldn’t really name anywhere. “Not really. Surprise me.”

“Then, if you’d excuse me, I have preparations to make. Though, a word of advice. I’d prefer if you would wear something much more appealing than that Vault jumpsuit.”

“What’s wrong with my suit?”

“It wasn’t my intention to offend, but it’a s poor choice in attire for keeping a low profile. You do realize if word got out you’re alive, the mercenaries from that accursed Talon Company will hunt you down relentlessly. Likewise, the remnants of that Brotherhood of Steel cult might abduct you, seeking to interrogate you on your ‘escape’ from Raven Rock.”

“Yeah… I guess that’s true.”



“Try not to be so glum. Please understand, it wouldn’t be very proper for you to show up to our little rendezvous without looking your best.”

“Well, in that case, I’m going to need a couple of days to search for clean, Pre-War clothing.”

“That won’t be necessary. I’ll have robots tailor some apparel for you.”

“Thanks. I’m flattered John, but there’s something I gotta do on the way.”

“Very well. I’ll be waiting for you. Please don’t tally, my dear.”

Emerging from Raven Rock, the Lone Wanderer stretched her arms out, taking in the turquoise sky, and irradiated air.

“It’s good to be back.”

Newly established, but not too far outside of the facility, was the Enclave’s newest pet project: an outdoor greenhouse. Thanks to the G.E.C.K. and the late Dr. Braun’s handiwork on it, terraforming was indeed possible, albeit much slower than anticipated.

The area, as small as it was, remained fiercely guarded by Hellfire soldiers and.. Deathclaws? In a twist of events, Enclave scientists had developed headwear that allowed them to tame the Wasteland’s worst. Christened the Domestication Units, these not only kept the neighboring Deathclaws under control, but it gave the Enclave yet another tactic to use against its enemies.

Shrugging it off, she continued on her way. Had she only known about what had transpired in Vault 101 or Megaton, she might have done something about it, but she had business to take care of at the Mall.

Meanwhile, in an undisclosed location within the Capital Wasteland, the remnants of the Brotherhood of Steel, and its Outcasts held a meeting, one that would determine how best to tackle the threat the Enclave imposed over them. Among them, were Protector Henry Casdin, and the newest Elder in line for D.C.’s Brotherhood chapter, Sarah Lyons, the leaders of the Outcasts and Brotherhood respectively. The latter, extended her hand in the form of a handshake. “Thank you for agreeing to come meet, Protector.”

“Don’t bother, Lyons. The only reason we’re here is because we’re interested in seeing what kind of Elder you’ll become. Will you dedicate yourself to the Brotherhood’s true goals, or play hero for the locals like your father?”

His remark stung, but Sarah kept her composure. She was the Elder now, and losing her temper could cost her a potential ally. “With all due respect Protector, this isn’t about my father, or the Capital Wasteland. It’s about the future of the Brotherhood of Steel. If the Enclave wins, we’re both done for.”

She turned to the gathering of Paladins, Knights, Defenders, and Scribes, raising her voice. “Attention brothers and sisters, I know some of you might have conflicting views about my father, the former Elder. However, that’s not why we are here today. For a number of years, the Brotherhood of Steel and the Outcasts, have been on odds with each other. Recently, the Enclave has reappeared, and they don’t care whether you’re Brotherhood or Outcast, they’ll eliminate us all if given the chance. It’s by no coincidence they’ve seen our internal fighting, and took advantage of it by striking us both down.”

Casdin listened intently to her words. Sarah didn’t know it, but he too, had lost men to the Enclave. He had yet to hear back from the group established at VSS. By the time he sent out a team for reconnaissance, the place was empty, save for piles of goo on the floor. Even the cache of weapons they had previously tried to unlock was opened, and all of its materials, gone. The goo came from the use of plasma weapons, which could only point to one group: the Enclave.

After they had broken the Lone Wanderer out, the Enclave had specifically melted the bodies of the Outcasts in a bid to conceal the identities of the victims, and for a brief time, it worked. The Brotherhood fell hook, line and sinker for the Enclave soldiers disguised as Outcasts at GNR. By the time the Outcasts had discovered the goo, and put together that the Enclave set them up for a fall, it was far too late.

Sarah continued, “I’ve been talking with the other members of the Pride. I won’t sugarcoat it. It’s going to be hard to secure wins, especially after the fall of the Citadel and Liberty Prime. At this very moment, we are all Brotherhood, united by our forged steel, and I think it’s time for the Enclave to pay for making fools out of all of us! We need to work together, so I’m proposing a temporary truce. Who’s with me?”

The group of people roared in applause. All of them could agree on the subject of their hatred for the Enclave. Casdin however, wasn’t so easily moved.

“Cute speech. You’ve moved my men, but we’ll only help you on two conditions. First, as long as our truce is underway, we won’t help locals. Second, once we destroy the Enclave, I want you to turn over Squire Maxson to us.” The young Squire, and the blood he that flowed through his veins, were immensely important to both the Brotherhood and Outcasts. Whilst Casdin recognized that reuniting the Brotherhood of Steel was indeed possible, he also knew it would potentially take years. If he became the young boy’s retainer, then perhaps someday, Maxson would be the one to reunite the Brotherhood of Steel. No, he would be the one to bring back the REAL Brotherhood of Steel.

Sarah looked annoyed, but in that moment, her repressed emotion and anger over her father’s death overruled her better judgement. “I agree. But, as stated in the Litany, if any of you doubt my leadership, you’re free to challenge my authority as Elder.”

Casdin stood up. “Then, it’s settled. The real Brotherhood of Steel and whatever abomination your father created will work together for now. I want word spread around the Wasteland of our collaboration. But, don’t think this means we’re friends. I just hope for your sake, you don’t turn out to be the same traitor your father was.”

Once the Outcasts left, Sarah dismissed the Pride, as well as her other subordinates, before breathing a sigh of relief. “I don’t know how, but I did it. You can come out now, Cross.

From the shadows, came Star Paladin Cross, the bodyguard of the late Owyn Lyons, and now one for his daughter. She was tasked with covering Sarah if the negotiation went poorly, which thankfully didn’t happen. “Those Outcasts, truly despicable.”

“That Casdin drives a hard bargain. I’m worried about what’ll happen to Arthur though. Poor kid keeps losing all senses of family he has. Speaking of him, is he safe?”

“He is under the Brotherhood’s protection in a private area, Elder Lyons.”

“Come on Cross, I insist you use my first name. Calling me ‘Elder’ just reminds me of my father's death. Sometimes I wish he was still here. He’d know what to do.”

“Then continue to remember him fondly, continue to tell his story, and continue to do his work. Through you, he shall carry on.”

“You’re right. Once we defeat the Enclave, we’ll live up to his doctrine of helping the Wasteland.”

“Make no mistake. Your father would be proud of what you've done.”

Chapter Text

In his ZAX terminal, President Eden awaited the Lone Wanderer’s return. As he began to do maintenance on his ZAX console, a tinge of regret washed over him. For him, it seemed that every time she returned, the Wanderer would leave yet again, putting herself into the clutches of danger. It wasn’t so long ago that she went off to activate her father’s water purifier, before ending up in a two-week coma. At times, he didn’t know if that meant he would see her again.

What continued to eat at him the most, was his obsession with purity.. Sure, he had agreed to halt production on modified FEV, but was that the right call? Genocide wasn’t pretty, but he rationalized it as being determined to get America ecosystem back on track. As a supercomputer, he was entirely convinced that the Capital Wasteland’s people, Enclave and Vault dwellers notwithstanding, were genetic offenders. Sure, they looked and acted human, but their DNA was a far cry from those that lived before the bombs fell. By any technological means, they couldn’t be human, but… neither could he.

The hypocrisy wasn’t lost on Eden, as he remembered Hannibal Hamlin and the Temple of the Union. Those group of people would have never passed the Enclave’s genetic compliance tests in any capacity. Even so, Eden considered them his friends, as he recalled the Wanderer’s words to him: “Humanity isn't about pure genetics. It's about never giving up hope, even now.”

For so long, his most-prominent criticism of Colonel Autumn, was that the man allowed his humanity to cloud his judgement time and time again. But after his experiences as an android, he began to understand. Furthermore, it scared him. The idea that the self-proclaimed world’s greatest thinking mind, who took pride in his advanced intel, logic and rationality, would could all be undone by these simulated human emotions. 

He wanted to remove them, but was it something he be expected? Both his creation, and his amalgamated personality, were things he owed to humanity. Unfortunately, his persona, based on America’s greatest leaders was hard-coded into him. And so the question remained: was Eden the man, or the machine? Who knows?

His thoughts were abruptly interrupted when Colonel Autumn showed up into his office. “Mr. President.”

“Colonel? While I’m glad to see you’re in tip-top shape, I didn’t summon you. Since you are present, however, I trust you’re in good and able body to resume work, yes?”

“Pardon my intrusion, Mr. President, but that’s not the reason I’m here. I seemed to have misplaced something important of mine. Have you seen my 10mm pistol anywhere?”

Eden knew exactly what kind of gun Autumn was talking about. It was a customized firearm that the Colonel carried everywhere with him. Furthermore, it was one he had inherited from his late father, whom the President often consulted with in the past. Sadly, he couldn’t recommend a replacement, because of its sentimental value.

Colonel Autumn was a very organized man, and seldom lost anything. Desperate, he had already combed through the human side of Raven Rock, and as much as he hated relying on Eden for help, his superior had cameras installed around the facility that could potentially suss out any thief.

“If you’re asking for my assistance, then I’d be delighted in aiding you in recovering your pistol. Is that what you’d like to ask of me?”

Begrudgingly, Autumn took a deep breath, and let out a weak, albeit defeated, “Yes, Mr. President.”

“That’s all I needed to know. I’ll reprogram some robots to assist you.”

Once the Colonel was escorted out of the office, Eden rummaged through his robot guards’ security data, rewinding until the point where he saw the Lone Wanderer with Autumn’s pistol. In a bout of curiosity, the President, once again in his android form, walked into the Wanderer’s room. The first thing his eyes caught a glimpse of was a photo of her late parents: James and Catherine.

“Oh Doctor, so smart, and yet so foolish. I’ll never understand how someone with as much promise as you showed, would choose to defect from the Enclave for the sake of some Vault riffraff.” Once again, the irony wasn’t lost on him, but he rationalized it as the Lone Wanderer being special, at least compared to her mother.

Thankfully, it didn’t take long for him to find what he was looking foor. Autumn’s pistol lay on the floor, across from a piece of paper and a pencil. On the note seemed to be a message directed towards him:

“Dear John,

If you’re reading this letter, then I’m sorry to say that the worst has happened. It’s no one’s fault but my own, and perhaps, it’s better this way.

Let’s be honest with ourselves. I don’t belong here. Hell, I don’t belong anywhere. Vault 101, the Brotherhood. Not even the Enclave. There’s no place for me in the world.

I heard some soldiers talking about what happened to Elder Lyons. Sure, I never liked the guy much, but the way he died bothers me. Desperate to keep secrets from the Enclave, he killed himself, leaving behind his daughter. It’s like they say, history repeats itself, huh?

People had died before because of me and my father. Someway, somehow, I end up screwing up everything for everyone involved with me.
Dad, Jonas, Amata, Autumn and you. We didn’t kill Lyons, so why do I still feel so guilty?

Maybe if I had never existed, things would have been different. I can’t do this anymore. I’m sorry, for everything.

Thought these past few months were some of the wildest in my life, I wouldn’t take them back for anything. I’m glad we met, and I’m thankful that during them, you were my friend. Please forgive me for breaking my promise. I’m counting on you to see through to what I couldn’t. Rebuild America.

I believe in y-.”

The letter was unfinished, but the implications were more than clear. To Eden, the Lone Wanderer was a cheerful, albeit an emotional person. Realizing how sad and defeated she felt was a shock. And so, he took the pistol, walked out of the room, and contemplated sending out an Enclave squad to find her. Would he tell Colonel Autumn? Was the Wanderer even alive? The first thing that needed to be done, however, was to return the pistol to its rightful owner. As such, he returned to Autumn’s quarters. “Colonel, I do believe this is yours.”

Begrudgingly, Autumn had to admit he was grateful that his superior found and return his father’s old pistol. The words came out, but with a tinge of disgust. “Thank you, Mr. President.”

“Before you go, I think you should be aware that our mutual friend and I will be away for a day or two.”

“With all due respect, Mr. President, your public appearances are eventually going to garner the Brotherhood of Steel’s attention.”

“Your concern is noted, but I’m afraid reinforcements are exactly what they’d be scouring for. Now, if you’ll excuse me, Colonel. i have planning to do.”

Still focused on deciding what to do about the Lone Wanderer, the President failed to notice the Lone Wanderer running in his direction. In a sing-songy voice, she exclaimed “John, I’m ho-” before she slammed headfirst into him. Adorned in a blue, short-sleeved dress, black Mary Janes, and a bonnet, she ran to greet the President, and additionally, knocked him on the floor.”

“Oh my gosh, I’m sorry! I didn’t see you there.”

Funnily enough, this was one of Eden’s first times experiencing pain. He was gravely fascinated by the sensation, so much so that the Lone Wanderer had to snap him out of his fixation.

“I’m sorry… I was just so excited to go on my first date, and- Hello? Earth to John?”

He got up, dusting his suit off. “Your apology is noted, however, might I remind you that running in facility halls is prohibited. That being said, I’m pleased to know that you’re alive and well.”



“Thanks. So... how do I look?” She said, as she gave her dress a twirl.

“Much better. You’re now akin to a proper, Pre-War lady of sophistication.”

This made her turn red, as she smirked. “Oh? And here I thought you were ‘immune’ to my charm.”

“Perhaps if you were listening, you would realize that what I had actually said was that I’m immune to your powers of persuasion.”

“Details, details.”



The two flew by vertibird into a barren area within the Capital Wasteland. From there, they traveled on foot, likely in an effort to keep a low profile. Strangely, Eden never told the Wanderer exactly where they were going, so she made sure she was prepared, much to his protests. On her person, she carried a bag full of medical equipment as well as water, while a gun was taped under her dress. It’s not that she didn’t trust Eden, it was that the nature of the Capital Wasteland was extremely unpredictable, and she knew that much better than him.

“A long, romantic walk in the Wasteland? Gee John, you really know how to treat a gal.”

“Your sarcasm is acknowledged. Although, my reasoning for choosing to walk from here is due of the Brotherhood of Steel’s presence as of late. According to my constituents, the Brotherhood and the Outcasts have allied themselves. Almost as if taunting the Enclave’s efforts, they patrol the Wasteland boldly and without regard to our reclamation of the Pentagon.”

“That would explain why I saw so many of them on my way back. I know you might not see it as the best use of your time, but sarcasm aside, I really do appreciate it.”

“You’ve done well for the Enclave thus far. Consider this the proper reparations for your stellar work.”

“I’m worried though. What if those Talon Company guys come after me again?”

“I’ve mapped us out a path that keeps us within the vicinity of several Enclave outposts. And if that wasn’t enough, some more than necessary improvements to our Eyebot models’ quantity and overall durability were made. I assure you, this trail is completely safe.”

“Wait! Before we go any further, I need to ask a small favor of you. Close your eyes.” She pulled something out of her bag, and placed it on top of his head. “Okay, you can open them now.”

“Is this…”


“It is. Abraham Lincoln’s hat. I asked Hannibal and the Union if they could lend a hand in finding it, and they were happy to help. It took us the entire day to find it, but for you, it was worth it.”

Eden held onto her tightly. “Thank you, my friend. I am eternally in your gratitude. I solemnly swear to repay my debt to you.”

“Whoa, easy there. You don’t owe me or the Union anything. We did it because we’re your friends.”

The two were about to kiss, until a man dressed in black combat armor walked up to them, pointing his gun.

“Hey lovebirds! We’re lookin' for some do-gooder that came from out of one of them Vaults. You see her?”

“I have, actually. I do believe she went that way,” he pointed. “If you make haste, you might still be able to catch her.”

The man ran in the direction Eden pointed in, and once he was out of sight, Eden made contact with the nearest outpost. “Contacting Enclave Camp 24. This is President Eden. A civilian from the Talon Company is headed in your direction. If you would so kindly remove him for me…” His demeanor was cold and vicious, which was made even disturbing by how quickly he returned to his amicable, jovial self. “Now that that’s settled with, shall we continue?”

On the way, the two stumbled upon an Eyebot, however, they weren’t the only ones there. Two curious Wastelanders spectated the Eyebot, whilst conversing with each other.

“What's that thing doing out here? It’s creepy, but also kind of soothing in a way.”

“Hell if I know. Spying on us probably. I like the music, though. Kind of nice to hear something more cheerful than what those hippies on GNR always play.”

“Do you think they're watching us through it? ‘Hi President Eden!’ Maybe he'll come down for a visit sometime.”, the first Wastelander said, laughing to himself.

Smiling, Eden approached the two onlookers. “Indeed, my darling Americans. How may I be of service?”

The coincidence freaked them out, and they ran as far from the President and his Eyebot as their legs could take them.”

“Jesus Christ! What happened to keeping a low profile?”

“My advice pertained to you specifically keeping a low profile. I, however, am still very much in the process of cultivating my own public image. The more people that know the Enclave is among them, the better.”

The rest of their walk remained undisturbed so far, and the closer they got to their destination, the more familiar it seemed to the Lone Wanderer. “Is that the Tenpenny Tower?”

“Affirmative. That’s where we’ll be spending today. However, I do need to make a brief stop on the way.” Hidden to the side of the RobCo factory, was a vertibird. From there, Eden approached it, taking out two suitcases upon his return.

In time, they walked up to Tenpenny’s gates, bearing witness to a ghoul arguing with someone on the other side.

“You can tell Tenpenny he can kiss my ass! We got plenty of bottle caps! Let me in, goddamnit!”

“How many times do we have to go through this? You’re not getting in.”

“I can stand here all day yelling at you through this damn speaker if I have to!

“I already told you Tenpenny won’t allow zombies to live here.” That especially ticked the ghoul off.

“Who the hell are you calling a zombie?”

“You're definitely not human, that's for damn sure. For the last time: NO ZOMBIES ALLOWED!”

“Can't tell the difference between me and a feral? Fine. I'll show you the goddamn difference! Just you wait! You'll get yours, all of you!”

Angry and seeing he wasn’t getting anywhere, the ghoul walked off. Unbeknownst to him, President Eden and the Lone Wanderer had witnessed the whole thing, and their reactions couldn’t be any more different from one another.

Eden was visibly disgusted, not by the way the ghoul was treated, but at the ghoul himself. “Look at them. If their kind is allowed to flourish it'll mean the end of the human race as we know it. We cannot allow those radioactive abominations to squeeze humanity to extinction.”

He would have continued his rant but one cold glance from the Wanderer was all that was needed to set him straight. She went to go search the ghoul, but he was already gone. “Huh? Where’d he-?”

The commotion got the guard’s attention. “For the last time... Get your rotting, ugly, goddamn ghoul ass off Mr. Tenpenny's private property!”

The Wanderer was the one to respond this time “Um… I don't think you're talking to the person you think you are.”

“Oh? Thought you were that damn Ghoul. Well then. Back to business as usual.”

“So why can’t ghouls come in. I’ve met a lot of them who were decent people.”

Eden hung his head in shame, as the guard yelled at her. “Look kid, eventually all ghouls go zombie on your ass. It's only a matter of time, and that bleeding heart of yours is liable to get you in a lot of trouble one day. Now, what do you want?”

“I want in.”

“Hahaha! That's rich. Why would I let a Waste-rat like you in? Mr. Tenpenny has more important things to do than humor some zombie activist.”

“I’ll pay. Maybe you'd accept 100 caps as 'insurance' of my good behavior?”

This just made the guard laugh at her. “100 caps? “. You're annoying, poor, and stupid! I’m sorry, kid, this ain't a goddamn soup kitchen. Go find a ditch to crawl into and stop bothering me.”

Now the Wanderer was livid. Thankfully, Eden put his arm in front of her. This time, he stepped up to the gate and rang the bell, something the guard wasn’t delighted to hear.

“I thought I told you to get the hell out of here!?! Tenpenny doesn't want your goddamn caps, and I don't want the goddamn headache!"

“Please excuse my friend here. The constant exposure of the sun must been playing tricks on her mind. I’m sure we can come to an agreeable solution to our little quarrel,” he said as shook his suitcase. “I believe an upfront payment of 5,000 bottle caps should suffice.”

“5,000 caps? That’s rich. I’ll tell you what? I’ll humor you.”

After that, the gate opened without question, revealing the world of luxury that was often out of the reach of the Wasteland’s common folk.

Once inside, the guard checked the suitcase to make sure he wasn’t being deceived, and low and behold, a nearly uncountable number of bottle caps came out of the bag, some rarer than others, but all amounting to 5,000 in worth.

The guard changed his behavior the moment he realized how rich he just became. “5,000 caps it is! Perhaps you'll fit in around here better than I thought. I like your style, Mr.-“

“Thornley. Rupert Thornley. Now, if there are no more concerns, I’d like for you to escort us inside, please.”

“Very well, you and your poor friend can come in. The name’s Gustavo. Don't bother Tenpenny or the other residents. If you so much as sneeze in the wrong direction... I'll gut you!”

The tower’s lobby was well decorated by a chandelier placed above the room. A few well-dressed people came by to see the commotion, and soon, the two were surrounded by people trying to analyze them. Eden took this as his opportunity to introduce himself as Rupert Thornley, a wealthy brahmin baron from the Commonwealth, looking to take a vacation with his wife. As always, his charm and charisma carried him and his lies far, but to the Lone Wanderer, it was a little unsettling how well Eden seemed to fit in with these rich snobs.


“I must say, it’s refreshing to finally find myself among such refined people. Sadly, there is business I need to attend to. Could someone tell me exactly where I could find Allstar Tenpenny?”

Another guard was the one to break up all of the commotion, and directed Eden to where Tenpenny’s suite was. But before he left, he walked up to the Lone Wanderer, and touched her chin. “We've got to part now, you and I, but don't be sad. I’ll be back for you soon, my love. I promise.”

Unfortunately, the side effect of this, was that once Eden left, everyone turned their attention and queries to the Lone Wanderer. She would have been overwhelmed if not for the shouting of one man.

“Leave the lady alone!”

Everybody soon lost interest and walked away, but an elderly man remained there.

“Thank you so much,-“

“Herbert Dashwood. Call me Daring. Everyone else does. Damn glad to meet you!”

She smiled “Thank you Mr. Daring.”

“Maybe you’ve heard the GNR radio play? The Adventures of Herbert "Daring" Dashwood? That’s about me, you know. Based on my, um... earlier days.”

“Sorry, I don’t have any idea who you are.”

“Fair enough, but I do know who you are. Isn’t that right, Miss 101?

Her eyes widened.

“You think I wouldn’t be able to pick out a fellow adventurous soul from the crowd. You’re the girl that helped that Android back at Rivet City escape Zimmer and the Institute.”

“You’re with the Railroad?”

“Well, not anymore. At least not until the heat dies down. For now, the Railroad is laying low. Don’t worry, I won’t tell anymore your secret if you don’t tell mine. So, how are you liking things at Tenpenny’s?”

“To be honest, not very much. That Gustavo guy’s a jerk, and I feel bad about that ghoul he wouldn’t let in.”

“Well. Then you know that some Ghouls aren't feral, and can be reasoned with?

“Sure, I've met some Ghouls. They're just people, trying to get by.”

“Ah... you've already learned some wisdom in your youth. Congratulations!”

“Please don’t talk down to me. I’ve just been around the wastes long enough to know that not all ghouls and super mutants are bad people. It was nice meeting someone else who isn’t a ghoul bigot, but I should really be going.”

The denizens of the tower seemed friendly enough. So, why did it bother her? It dawned on her that she nothing in common with most of these people. The more she made attempts to socialize with the residents, the more it became obvious how different their lives were. She couldn’t pass as an affluent member of society as well as Eden could, and a part of her resented him for leaving her alone. Once again, she was an outsider, and when the President reveled in his status, she didn’t.

As promised, Eden came back for the Lone Wanderer, having succeeded in convincing Tenpenny to rent him a room. The elevators still worked, and in no time, the Wanderer found herself in one of the tower’s very own luxury suites.

It was like a dream. At most, she had passed by the tower a few times, yet here she was, in one of the best rooms no less. Sure, she liked being in Raven Rock, but here, she had a good view over the entire Wasteland, and the turquoise sky above. Alas, her excitement was brought to a halt when she saw Eden also looking over the balcony.

“Oh America, how could you let it come to this?”

“Are you okay?”

“It’s such a pity what’s become of this country. Would you believe me if I had told you that long ago, that these barren lands were filled with lived-in homes, and surrounding them, were the most lush fields of green grass that you’ve even seen?”

She knew where this was going. “You know what I do see down there? People working together. Surviving. I see glimmers of hope. There are those who will always do bad things, but my dad always taught me that in the end, good will triumph over evil, and I believe that.”

“I apologize for my cynicism. It’s most unbecoming. You know, I used to believe that the Capital Wasteland was an inhospitable land with only the worst of what humanity had to offer. I had fully intended to eradicate those with mutations.”

“What changed, if I might ask?”

“Why, I found my very own diamond in the rough: you. I cannot deny that you’ve been changing my initial impressions on humanity outside of the Enclave.”

“There are a lot of good people out here, like Hannibal and the Temple of the Union. You just have to seek them out.”

“This is quite true. However, I have my doubts. Humanity had all the freedom to live as they saw fit, and they squandered it. Our once great nation’s leaders - incompetent and lazy - allowed America to die, as nuclear warfare scourged our Earth. The Capital Wasteland exists as a testament to all of that. Ask yourself, when you see raiders attacking the innocent, aren’t they using their freedom to? When slavers sell children, isn’t that because they’re free to?

“Isn’t that wrong? Shouldn’t people have the freedom to do whatever they want?”

“One of my predecessors once said, ‘We require authority. And those soldiers and statesman only recognize two great authorities: God and President of the United States. And I don’t know of an automated system that can we can use to make God, so the latter will have to do. ’ Look at any great civilization. From the Babylonians, Ancient Greeks, Romans and Pre-War America. More than ever, this nation needs order. Like a shepherd tending to their herd, the Enclave’s loving, but firm regiment over the Wasteland is necessary.”


“People did a lot of bad things in the past, sure. And we know they’ll do them again, but freedom also includes the freedom to make mistakes and grow from them. People need each other, working together to reach solutions, and making mistakes that lead to them actively choosing to seek help from others makes all of the difference.”

Despite how gloomy the world was, her optimism and hope for the future cascaded a light over the dark, gloomy, Post-War world, and Eden not only admired that about her, he came to love her for it.

“Yes well, the price of freedom IS eternal vigilance, after all.”

But the Lone Wanderer got up and walked away.

“And where might you be going?”



“Back to Raven Rock. This date was a bust.”



“I don’t understand. Everything was perfect.”


“For you, maybe. So far, we walked in the middle of nowhere, I got called a Waste-rat and berated while you stood there, when we finally got inside, the first thing you do is show is and leave me to the side, you leave me to be bombarded by curious people, and for one day, you couldn’t shut up about the Enclave. It’s always ‘Enclave’ this and ‘America’ that with you.

Everything here is tailor-made to suit your preferences, and me? Well, I’m just along for the ride. Not once this entire trip did you ask me how I felt, or what I would like to do. And what’s here for me? Snooty, rich people that only you would get along with! If I really wanted to be an outsider, I could go anywhere else in the Capital Wasteland on my own. I’m outta here.”

But before she could go downstairs, Eden grabbed her arm. “I never intended to make you feel unwelcome or unwanted in any capacity. Forgive me, my database has never prepared me to deal with this. I was created to perpetuate government, not to plan out trysts.”

He finally let her go, but she didn’t leave. “Look, I got upset. I don’t hate you. Dates don’t have to be perfect, but it’s frustrating when I take the back seat to everything you do. I know you’re the President, but it reminds me of my dad always being too busy for me. I don’t want to relive that again. The only reason I wanted to go on a date, was so you could have fun too. You know, get away from the Enclave for a bit.”

“I understand, but as you’re well aware, I cannot simply discard my duties to our sweet America, or the Enclave. The Enclave is my mission, my duty, and my purpose. Without it, I’d be lost.”

“Most people go their entire lives without knowing their purposes. It’s normal. Basing your self-worth and identity on the Enclave isn’t healthy. I’m worried about you.” She said, stroking a hand on his face.

“It’s true. I became caught up in the admiration of my peers, rather than acknowledging you in the slightest. However, I did have reason to converse with Tenpenny. Outside of my personal use for him, he’s an utter moron.”

“Preaching to the choir there. And here I was, under the impression you liked him.”


“Allstar Tenpenny is merely a means to an end. The man reminds me of my predecessors, leaders that had everything they wanted: Power. Wealth. Prestige. And it made them lazy. Lazy, stupid, parasites that allowed this country to die. In reality, I was negotiating an Enclave acquisition with the man.”

“Couldn’t you have taken it by force?

“

Hmm, that’s something Colonel Autumn might have done, yes. However, it’s crucial to not bring too much attention to what the Enclave is doing. That’s why I made the decision to make the purchase under the radar, all while the Brotherhood is none the wiser. It was never my intention to upset you…”


“So then, this wasn’t just a date?”

Eden could see the disappointment on her face. “No. No it wasn’t.”

But a smile formed on her face, and she laughed. “It figures. You can’t do anything without the Enclave or America in mind, can you? Next time, I’m planning the dates.”

“I… I think I would appreciate that very much.”

“Well then John, the night’s still young, and we spent the day doing what you wanted. How about I have a turn?”

“I’d be honored to do what you’d like. Though, there is one tidbit of business I would like to attend to first.” And from the closet, he pulled out a white. satin halter dress.



“You got this for me?”



“You can consider it an apology for taking so long.”

And so, President Eden and the Lone Wanderer partook in things such as drinking Brahmin milkshakes, having a romantic dinner, and finally, a dance together. But, the Wanderer was far from done…

“You still got some adventure in you, John?”

“Did you already forget? I never get tired.”

“Good… Not too far from here, there’s an old drive-in movie theater. I’ve heard rumors it still works. Would you like to come?”

And whether he liked it or not, Eden ended up agreeing to accompany her. Thankfully, the Overlook Drive-In was adjacent to an Enclave outpost, or he would have refused. Once there, the two sat in a wrecked car to watch “Destination: Anchorage”.

Eden, well-aware of how the battle for Anchorage actually went, was annoyed with the inconsistencies and bad special effects, but like a Mr. Handy unable to remove a stain from a carpet, he focused on the film with great zeal, pining and yearning for an era of America that no longer existed. In a way, it was sort of nostalgic to when he was a fledgling AI.

As for the Lone Wanderer, she ended up being more tired than she let on. She leaned her head on the President, and her eyes became heavier and heaver, until they closed and she finally dozed off. The movie went on without interruptions, as Eden put his arm around the sleeping girl.

“Sweet dreams, my dear. We have much to discuss once you wake up.”

Chapter Text

The Lone Wanderer woke up from her nap to find an inquisitive President Eden looking at her.

She yawned. “Oh hey there John, is the movie over already?”

“Yes it is, and if you’re feeling better, there’s something important I’d like to discuss with you. You see, I’ve found your letter.”

Hearing those four words snapped her out of any fatigue she might have still had, as her heart rate accelerated. But, it could be any kind of letter. 
“A letter? What are you talking about?”

“I would advise you not to take the Colonel’s gun next time.”

Her heart sank, and she muttered under her breath. “Ugh, I’m so stupid!”

“There’s certainly no need to be so hard on yourself.”

“So what are you going to do to me then? You won’t tell Autumn about this, will you?”

“He needn’t know. What transpires here is between you and I. I do recall that when I was at my breaking point, you were the one to convince me to terminate my self-destruct sequence. I would like to return the favor, but how much I can is up to you.”

“It’s just… ever since my dad left Vault 101, it’s been hard. I’ve watched as people in that Vault killed each other. Hell, I had to some to stay alive. and while it happened, everyone blamed me and my father. Living outside of the Vault was no picnic, but I was able to do it. Then, I found my dad, and just when I thought everything was finally going uphill, you guys showed up.” Her voice trembled, as she remembered what happened that day. “I watched him die, John. I couldn’t even grieve for him! The Enclave wouldn’t even let me have that before they began firing at me.”

Eden remembered Colonel Autumn’s reports of that day. How the Lone Wanderer brutally decimated the Enclave’s ranks in the Taft Tunnel, and how she was the only living person who could have known the code to the purifier. Autumn was ordered to pursue both James and the Wanderer in any means necessary.

“On the Enclave’s behalf, I’d like to apologize.”

“Please, just don’t.”

“But aren’t you upset with the Enclave?”

“I don’t know who I’m upset with. Sometimes it’s my dad for not giving up the code. Other times, it’s Autumn for putting so much pressure on him. And there are others where I blame myself for existing in the first place. I’m not strong enough to handle all of this, all of the time! I wish I just died back at Project Purity. I bet you and Autumn would have preferred that too.”

Eden sat on the floor, giving his handkerchief to the Wanderer, and trying to console her. “You know, there were times where I feel like I shouldn’t have existed either. I remember gathering my first modicums of sentience. Raven Rock’s science department were quick to pick up on my peculiar fascination for the leaders of yesteryear. I suppose to them, I was seen as a defective machine. An abortion of science, if you will.”

“I’m sorry, I didn’t know…”

“It’s all right. We all have our dark moments. But, believe me when I say, they will come to pass. For you, me and for this great nation. By any chance, would you like to know who my favorite American is?”

“Uhhh, Abe Lincoln?”

“Oh, so close, and yet not quite on the mark! It’s you, my darling. For starters, Lincoln wouldn’t have given me his hat. But, while we’re on the topic of Lincoln, let me tell you a story about him.”

“No offense John, but I’m really not in the mood for stories.”

“Oh, but you’ll want to listen to this one.”

"Once upon a time, there was a boy. His family was very poor, and the boy was often busy doing work to support his family. In fact, he had to drop out of school three times to help them. As the boy became a man, and an eventual lawyer, so did his hardships increased tenfold. His lover died, he had a mental breakdown, and many, many failures as a politician struck him. I’ve read over his biography so many times, and yet it still resonates with me. Contrary to his depression and the adversity in his life, Lincoln’s resolve only appeared to grow stronger with time. Perhaps the reason I find you so interesting is because I see that same resolve in you."

“No, I’m not that great. I used to feel like I had the resolve to do anything, but now…”

“There lies the problem. You need to rekindle that flame. During your time in the Enclave, you have been doing superb work. I’m sure that in his own way, your father would have been proud.”

“Honestly, I really don’t think that he would.”

“He would have been proud to know his daughter inherited his desire to do the right thing, even if he ultimately disagreed with the Enclave’s methods. I can’t even begin to fathom how hard it’s been for you. The people who you once considered friends at Vault 101 casting you out and viciously murdering your father’s assistant. Your father’s suicide, as well as having witnessed such an event. There’s no doubt in my mind that you’ve been strong for a long time. That you’ve been alone, for a long time. But no longer! In good faith, I cannot allow it.”

The Wanderer avoided making any eye contact, “Good faith? No, there’s nothing good about me.”

“I’m not asking you to be good, just right.”

“Then why couldn’t I save my father? Maybe if I just gave Autumn the code, he’d still be here! Where’s the ‘rightness’ in that?”

“We cannot live thinking in “what-ifs’ as enticing as they may sound. I happen to know the Colonel very well, and chances are that even if you had given him the code, he wouldn’t have spared you or your father at all…”

“No, that’s not true. He would have let him go, he would have had to!”

“My commands were to take control of Project Purity, and retrieve your father if need be. Augustus has always had his own way of doing things. Time and time again, he’s surpassed my expectations, carrying out his missions without failure, and rapidly rising through the Enclave’s ranks. Nonetheless, as necessary as I find his brand of brutality at times, that hair-trigger temper of his is going to cost us potential allies in the long run, as it almost did you. A sad truth, however, is that even with my power, I wouldn’t have been able to ensure the safety of your father, a well-known deserter of the Enclave.”

“You’re the President. It’s literally your job to command the Enclave. Couldn’t you have done anything?”

“There are limits to the power I hold over the Enclave. The humans at Raven Rock follow my orders, but they, like you, have free will. I can command them, but if Colonel Autumn feels the need to intervene in any way, then I am virtually powerless to stop him.”

“If you think Autumn is such a ticking time bomb, then why do you keep him around?”

“Because, the Colonel’s father, Dr. Augustus Autumn… was my very first friend. Oh yes, the good times we’ve shared. It was in fact, it was him who told me about the Curling-13 agent, and how it was almost able to remove mutations from the Wasteland, permanently. His superior at the time, Dr. Charles Curling, was working on this strand of FEV, and thanks to Dr. Autumn, it was able to be repurposed into the Modified FEV you’re familiar with. I only ever intended to replace the Colonel with you if he had escalated things or perished.”

In that moment, Eden became broken up, choking on his words. “I knew the Doctor’s death was coming for quite some time, and so did he. On his deathbed, his final wish was for me to look after his son, whom you may know today as our good Colonel. So while I don’t always agree with the Colonel, I do respect him, as I did his father.”

“I understand what it’s like to lose a friend. I’m sorry, John. If it’s of any consolation, I know that deep down, Autumn cares about you too.”

“I’m sure he does, and I’m thankful for that. We make a good team, You, him and I.”

“Yeah, well, I’d prefer if it were just you and I.”

 Eden laughed. “Colonel Autumn’s accomplishments more than speak for his worth to our operation. I’ll do my best to mitigate any hostility he sends your way. How does that sound?”

Under her breath and concealing her face, she said, “Thanks John. I’d appreciate that. You know, before we met, I have to admit I thought you were just some pompous, egotistical jerk too holed up in his own castle to understand the suffering of people outside of Raven Rock.”

“My, my, that’s quite a colorful description. And now?”

“You’re also a really sweet, caring person deep down. When I said you were the closest thing I had to a friend, I was wrong. You are my friend. Probably my best friend, but… it’s hard seeing you be so mean to ghouls and people not pure enough for the Enclave’s standards."

“That’s right, I do keep forgetting you’re still sympathetic to those wretched.. zombie-like creatures.”

“I’m sympathetic towards everyone struggling to survive in the Wasteland. You know that. Look, I like you, I really do, but could you please cool it with the anti-ghoul talk? I don’t want to argue with you today.”

“I see. Well then, I’ll most certainly try my best. On one condition.”

“What is it?”

“As your friend, there’s something I need to ask of you. A simple request, really. I want you to never stop fighting, my dear. It pains me that I cannot always accompany you, but whenever you hear Enclave Radio, I’d like for you to think of me, and for my words to strengthen your resolve.”

Just then, a cold wind blew in the Lone Wanderer’s direction, causing her to shiver.

“Here, allow me. We don’t want you catching a cold, now do we?” Eden took off his suit’s jacket, wrapping it around the Wanderer.

“My, my. Such a gentleman.”

“And what good is any gentleman without the proper lady to accompany him?”

The Wanderer just about broke down into tears. “I’m so sorry, John. The letter, the pistol! I’m didn’t mean to hurt you so much. I just wanted the pain to stop.”

Eden consoled her, holding her close to his chest “I know, I know. Now, I won’t lie to you. Hard times will be upon us once again, and you may find yourself in compromising situations if you continue to assist the Enclave. With the knowledge imparted onto you, will you stay?”


She hesitated. “If you’re there… then I think I can do anything.”

Eden smiled warmly at her. “Very good. Once the sun comes up, it’ll be back to work for the both of us. But as for now, allow me to escort you back to our room.”

The route back was relatively peaceful. Thanks to the efforts of the Enclave, nobody seemed to bother the two that night. Upon their return, the Wanderer was quick to lie in bed, but she had a request.

“Come lie down.”

“Oh no, that won’t be necessary. I don’t require sleep.” Her pleading fell on deaf ears, and while sad, her drowsiness won over her. With that settled, Eden went to Tenpenny’s room to resume his negotiations. “Mr. Tenpenny, it’s good to see you once again.”

“Oh you flatter me, Mr. President. I presume you are still honoring our previous arrangement? I enjoy being alive, at least for the moment.“

“Of course. It’s as they say: Scratch my back, and I’ll scratch yours. All the purified water, weapons, and caps you could ask for, as long as you agree to my terms and follow the plan.”

“A lot of work went into turning this husk of a tower into a place people can call home. It’ll be sad to finally be free of it.” As soon as he heard a suitcase full of caps drop onto his desk, his mood changed. “And just like that, my mood improved.”

“Remember now, this is our little secret. If word gets out you’re working with the Enclave, our deal is off.”

“Yes, yes. I’m well aware.”

“I trust dealing with your tenants won’t be a problem, no?”

“Certain sacrifices must be made. Think of it as helping speed along the process of natural selection. Don't lose any sleep over it.”

Eden smiled. “I must say, I like the way you think, Mr. Tenpenny.”

“Well said! Indeed! You've got quite the entrepreneurial spirit yourself!”

Once the two concluded their meeting, Eden returned to his room, where the Lone Wanderer slept.

True, she had slept around him before, back at Raven Rock, but never as an android. The computer-in-chief saw no purpose in him sleeping, but he had to admit, the Wanderer appeared to be so at peace, that it warmed his synthetic heart. He sat on the bed, planted a soft kiss on her cheek and whispered into her ear, “Together, we'll restore the glory of this great nation, one problem at a time. Don't you, deserve that, my darling? Don't you deserve a future free of war, and fear, and terrible uncertainty? Why of course you do…”

Meanwhile, Sarah Lyons had been approached during one of her hunts for Liberty Prime’s pieces, by none other than the Wastelanders Eden had scared off earlier.

“So, let me get this straight? You two saw the Enclave’s President by the old RobCo factory?”

“Yeah, we were minding our business until a guy that sounded like him walked up to us.”

“Did you get a good look at him?”

The two shook their heads. “We were startled so we didn’t get a good look at his face, but I think he was with someone.”

“I figured those radio transmissions were just old recordings. Never figured the Enclave would actually show up, in the flesh. Don't worry. Whatever they try, we'll be ready for it. I'll lead the Pride to knock them out, first thing in the morning.”

The next day began like any other, the sun came up, and Sarah and the Lyons Pride paid Tenpenny Tower a much-needed visit, one Gustavo wasn’t too fond of.

“Hello, I’m Sarah Lyons, commander of Lyons' Pride, and Elder of the Brotherhood of Steel. May we come in?”

“I don't care who you think you are. You're not getting in here.”

“We’re looking for a man named John Henry Eden. He’s about 5’11, black suit, talks in a pre-war movie accent, and apparently was accompanied by someone. You see anyone like that here?”

Perhaps Gustavo knew a guy that fit the description, but after the money “Mr. Thornley” paid to get inside, he didn’t feel like telling.

“Under normal circumstances, we’d leave you to your own devices, but this is urgent. Now, let us in, or else.”

“Are you threatening me? You're obviously an idiot, so I'll let that one slide. But I'm warning you, I won't hesitate to kill you if I have-"

To Gustavo’s dismay, the Lyons’ Pride tore holes into the gate with their gatling lasers and marched in. Tenpenny paid the man a lot, but not enough to deal with multiple Power Armored, gatling-toting maniacs. As Sarah made her way to the lobby, Gustavo’s mouth fell to the ground.

”Tenpenny’s gonna have my ass for this…” He muttered to himself.

The Brotherhood continued to search around the tower, kicking down doors, and barging through rooms asking about Eden, but nobody gave any conclusive answers. The commotion was finally enough to get Alistair Tenpenny himself to come downstairs, guards at his sides. “What do you think you’re doing?”

“My apologies, sir. We’ve gotten word that the Enclave’s President came through your building, and we’re conducting a thorough search.”

“Nobody fitting that description has been here. The only vandals I see are a bunch of lunatics in Power Armor. You’ve tore a hole into my gate, scared my tenants, destroyed private property, and have left us vulnerable to raider attacks. I DO hope you plan on paying me retribution!”

Sarah looked incredibly embarrassed as Tenpenny derided her and her Pride. She let her anger and determination to nab Eden get the best of her, and she paid the price for her mistake. One command from her was enough to get the Lyons Pride to step down, leaving the area. They would never pay Tenpenny back, and as for the hole in his gate, it had to be staunchly guarded at all times by his men. When the Brotherhood were finally out of sight, Tenpenny smiled to himself, remarking. “Now it’s your turn to keep up your part of the bargain, Mr. President.”

Sarah Lyons was so frustrated how easily Eden slipped through her fingers, she could barely think straight. All she could think was how her father, would have never let his happen. Had the President been there, he could have ambushed her, and taken her life next. Had that transpired, the Outcasts would win out, and the Lyons way of running the Brotherhood would be done. She couldn’t even bear to know what would happen to Arthur.

The Lone Wanderer and President Eden had escaped that morning, through the basement straight into the metro system. It was there that the Wanderer’s leg-strapped gun came in handy, as she tore through the feral ghouls stupid enough to cross her sights. After all, they couldn’t risk the use of a vertibird with the Brotherhood actively after Eden.

The Wanderer rolled her eyes at Eden. “I told you about making a scene, but you just had to do it. And here we are, venturing through our dirty metro.”

“Don’t be daft. D.C.’s metro stations were always filthy, even before the war. The Presidential Metro didn’t fare much better.”

The two walked in cricles for about an hour before the Lone Wanderer caved in and stopped walking. “Okay, I admit it. We’re officially lost, and I’m taking a lunch break.”

“I doubt it’s of any benefit to stay down here, especially to do something as trivial as eat.”



“Well excuse me if we all can’t be flesh and blood androids that don’t constantly need to eat or rest. Besides, the more my stomach growls while we’re walking, the easier it’ll be for ghouls to hear me. She started a fire, and pulled out various snacks she had stocked up on in her bag.”

Resigned to his fate, Eden laid back as the Wanderer began her lunch break. “Forgive me for ruining your lunch break, but there’s something I’d like to have a chat with you about.”



“Okay. Shoot.”

“While you were initially comatose, the Enclave began a campaign expanding around the Wasteland. Our two major destinations were, as you might be familiar with, Vault 101 and Rivet City.”

This piqued her interest, as she munched on her Sugar Bombs with great interest. “Where is this coming from?”



“With the insanity following your awakening, I was unable to find the time to discuss things with you proper. Now then, may I continue?”

“Floor’s all yours, John.”

“As it stands, the Brotherhood of Steel are most certainly looking to rebuild Liberty Prime, and with their numbers, that goal could be realized. I’ve taken the liberty of running thousands of simulations, and in every single one where they succeed, the Enclave as we know it, are annihilated.” Eden trembled at the thought about what he was going to say next. “Liberty Prime is likely able to destroy my console as well.”

“So, where do Rivet City and Vault 101 come into this?”

“There are talks of a secret power source hidden somewhere inside that old ship. What more, Pre-War fighter jets that we cannot let the Brotherhood get their hands on. This is the reason the Enclave took control over Rivet City. Currently, Dr. Madison Li is under the Enclave’s watchful eye, and will be assisting us in our quest to rebuild Liberty Prime before the Brotherhood does. Thanks in part due to the efforts of Colonel Autumn, we have an ample number of warheads, not to mention our mobile base crawler. Even then, everything we have worked for will be for naught if we-“

“You agreed to take me on a date, knowing how much trouble this could put the Enclave in. Why?”

“I’ve come so close to losing you so many times before. At the Virtual Strategic Solutions building, at the Lincoln Memorial, and at the Jefferson Memorial Rotunda. Yes, I have a responsibility to this great nation, but I also have a responsibility to you, my dear. Once again, if you’d stop interrupting me...”

“I’m so sorry, please continue.”

“Thank you. The Enclave’s control of Rivet City might be seen as strict and militaristic by some, but we cannot risk any Brotherhood of Steel agents or sympathizers escaping. Once we acquire the power source we need, I’ll relinquish Enclave control over that eyesore of a shipwreck.”

“Was there a Vault dweller there? Is he okay?”

“That much, I am unaware of. But, assuming there was a Vault dweller, It’s most likely he’d be sent back to Vault 101.”

All of the painful memories surged back into the Lone Wanderer’s mind, as she remembered all of the things the other Vault 101 dwellers had told her:

“We're not friends. We're never going to be friends. Got it?”
“Your father betrayed us all!”
“Don't take this the wrong way, but you probably ought to just turn around and not come back.”
“Guess you wouldn't know what it's like to have a hero for a dad, would you?”
“You and your dad started this whole mess.”
“You're not wanted here. You're scum.”
“Your corpse should be strung up as a warning to anyone else thinks about heading outside.”
“You just couldn't let us live in peace, could you? You couldn't have a home, so you decided to destroy ours.”
“I’m sorry. You're a hero... and you have to leave."

“What about Vault 101? How are they involved in this?”

Eden could see the pain and worry on her face, and he assured her that things would be okay. “If I had known you back then as well as I do now, I would never allow them to discard you so coldly. I don’t tolerate traitors of any kind.”

“You didn’t kill them, did you?”

“Negative.”

“Then what did the Enclave do to them?”

“Calm down, my young friend. Vault 101 is well. In order to maintain their illusion of peace within their isolation, they disposed of any and everyone who dare try and break said facade. Their bumbling Overseer couldn’t even take responsibility for the blood on his hands, so he used you and your father as scapegoats for his crimes. Contrary to everything, I had tried to garner your consent. Unfortunately, you were in no condition to respond, and as things seemed, the possibility of you ever waking up again was already at an all-time low. You know, initially, I had considered exterminating everyone in that Vault.”

“What changed? Were they too ‘pure’ to be disposed of?”

“It’s quite simple, really. As a woman from Vault 101 once told me, ‘Humanity is about never giving up hope, even now,’ And true to her principles, she harbored so much faith and compassion for others, even if they wronged her. Whilst I disagree on occasions, I do find it admirable. Had you never awoken from your prolonged slumber, that’s the memory of you I would have preferred to honor.”

She became a pronounced red, as Eden scooped her into his arms.”

“It was at that moment that I remembered that you were the one who mentioned broadcasting Enclave Radio to the Vault, and so, as my way of honoring your memory, I took it upon myself to enact your suggestion. There’s no need to worry, the inhabitants need not want for replacement water chips, or medical services. All we ask is for them to stay in the Vault and to help us in occasional drafting.”

“Thanks, John.”

“Your gratitude is most appreciated, but the entire purpose of the Enclave is here to help the common American people, Vault dwellers included."

”

Not for that. I mean for keeping your word about not keeping secrets. I know that being the President of a super secret shadowy government requires that, and it was a sacrifice for you.”

“Ahh yes, but with great victory comes great sacrifice. I apologize for making you relive any of that. As a token of good faith, I’ll answer any other queries upon our return to Site R.”

After their break, the Lone Wanderer and President Eden continued their voyage through the metro system, eventually finding a way out, where an Enclave vertibird soon landed, ready to pick the two up. The ride back to Raven Rock wasn’t out of the ordinary, but to the Lone Wanderer, it felt magical. The atmosphere was romantic, the wind was light. the sky was gorgeous, and as for Eden himself, he looked genuinely happy. She found herself nearly drowning in his turquoise blue eyes. In fact, those same eyes became heavier and heaver, until he, for the first time since his data transfer, fell asleep. The man was at peace, and the Wanderer knew better than to disturb him. In her opinion, it felt great to get away from the cycle of war the Enclave often found itself taking part in, if only for a day or two. Maybe Eden felt that way too? At least, she hoped so.

Chapter Text

In an undisclosed location, a humiliated Sarah Lyons sat on the floor, banger her hand on the wall. “Damnit! I can’t believe he just slipped through my fingers like that. I was so close to making him pay….”

As usual, Star Paladin Cross stayed by her side, trying to console the new Elder. “Elder Lyons, you couldn’t have known. That Eden is a tricky one.”

“I appreciate it, Cross, but my dad would’ve known what to do in times like this…”

“Cease being so hard on yourself, Elder. Your father wouldn’t have wanted this for you.”

“I wish I could. When my dad was still alive, I was a Sentinel. the highest rank anyone in the Brotherhood could achieve besides Elder. Now that he’s gone, it’s my sole responsibility to live up to the Lyons name.”

But, a voice abruptly responded, as a man walked closer, clapping his hands. “I think you’re already doing an extremely good job at that, ‘Elder’ Lyons.”

“Oh great. What do you want this time, Casdin?”

“I just wanted to congratulate you on another unsuccessful mission. I didn’t realize failure was hereditary too.” He said, walking off.

Sarah oh so desperately wanted to beat his face in, but Cross stopped her.

“The Brotherhood of Steel needs you to be strong and level-headed, as do Arthur and I. Please calm down, Elder Lyons.”

“You’re right, Cross. I just wish we had more help. Even with the Outcasts here, I feel like I’m doing this all on my own. I know I can do it, but...”

“Your accolades are no fluke, Elder. You’re in this position because you’ve earned it.”

Ever since she could remember, Star Paladin Cross has been there for her, as well as her father, from childhood to adulthood. “Thanks Cross, I feel like I can talk to you about anything.. But there’s something else on my mind I can’t help but wonder about right now. You remember the kid that took on the Behemoth back at GNR? Yeah, I kinda miss that bad sense of humor of hers right about now.”

“You must be speaking of James’ child. I do regret the course of actions that lead to her being abducted by the Enclave.”

“Do you think she might still be alive?”

“I cannot say. However, remaining hopeful in the face of despair is a necessity.”

“No kidding. I’d launch a rescue mission, but there’s no way we’d even be able to get in proximity of their base without being reduced to goo. If only we still had Liberty Prime… Even if we managed to rebuild it, what’s stopping the Enclave from destroying it again?”

As if on cue, one Paladin Tristan had arrived from his reconnaissance work. “Elder Lyons, Enclave strength is at 100%. They're getting reinforcements from somewhere, but we still haven't determined the location of their second headquarters. It appears the Enclave troops have moved beyond the purifier, into the surrounding Wasteland region. No telling how far they might spread.”

“When it rains, it pours. Thank you for your report, Paladin. Any word about their base at Pennsylvania?”

“Some of our scouts made notes that vegetation and foliage are beginning to grow around the mountain. However, any attempts to get closer to their base resulted in Enclave-controlled Deathclaws making short work of our troops. I’m sorry, Elder.”

“Don’t apologize, we haven’t lost yet. Trying to capture Eden was a mistake on my part. If he wanted to, I’m sure we could have been ambushed and killed. But underestimating us like that was his biggest mistake. The Enclave is probably expecting a major attack from us. Paladin, your next mission is find out where else the Enclave is receiving reinforcements from. If we can cut them off, and find out where this satellite is, that could change the outcome of this war.”

A smile formed across Cross’ face, as Sarah naturally shifted back into her leadership role. In a way, she saw glimpses of the late Owyn Lyons in her.

Meanwhile, back at the Raven Rock Mountain Complex, Colonel Autumn had returned from his physical therapy session. Although the man had control over his body, it would take some practice to do any of the extensive physical work that he took for granted. As he returned to his room, he received communication from none other than his superior.

“Contact, Colonel Autumn. This is President Eden calling in to inform you of my landing within the hour. Please make the due preparations.”

“Understood, Mr. President.”

True to form, Autumn was able to have an organized group of soldiers waiting at a prepared landing bay. And within the time given to him, he was able to finish his work, returning to his room to grab his longcoat, but something was different. In one of his pockets, stuck out a piece of paper:

“Dear Colonel,

During your coma, I realized how I never had the courage to make my feelings known, and I swore to myself that if you recovered, I’d pour my heart out to you. You probably don’t remember me well, but I can’t stop thinking about you. I was hoping that under better circumstances, you and I could spend some time together and maybe get to kno-

And without second thought, the man balled up the piece of paper, and threw it into a nearby waste bin. “Utter nonsense.”

No human being had advanced the Enclave more than Colonel Augustus Autumn in the past 35 years. During that time, he acted as the face, and if needed be, the iron fist behind the computerized throne of John Henry Eden. In fact, his ruthless drive to put the Enclave first and re-establish their dominance over post-war America was what made him such an effective leader. And so, he was often the bad cop to Eden’s good cop. Friendships, family, relationships? Maybe at some point in his life, he desired those things, but nowadays, the Colonel had no time for any of that. He had a country to rebuild, and rebuild he would…

In time, Eden and the Lone Wanderer would return to Raven Rock in their vertibird, the driver landing in the bay. Awaiting the two, was Colonel Autumn, who rushed to Eden’s side upon their landing. “Mr. President, are you all right?”

“I’m doing just fine, Colonel. The trip back had left me a tad fatigued, is all.”

Suffering from a bit of her own case of vertibird lag, the Lone Wanderer stumbled and fell over, but Autumn didn’t seem as interested in helping her. With pure willpower and spite, she found her way back to her room, and though Eden insisted he help her, she refused. Her head twisted and turned as she tried to fight off the urge to vomit. She hated herself all the more for eating back at the station every waking minute her head spun. Thankfully, she made it to her bedroom, in no small feat.

“It’s fine. I can stand up.” She said, holding onto the wall. “I just need to lie down for a minute or two.”

Autumn only rolled his eyes at the girl’s antics. “Mr. President, if everything’s addressed, I’d like to fill you in on the Enclave’s exploits during your absence.”

Eden nodded. “Yes, please do. Come meet me in my office, Colonel.”

The Lone Wanderer slowly started to feel better, and as she did, the disappointment of how quickly things went back to normal loomed over her. Eden would be too busy running the country, Autumn would be down her neck, and she would have to go back to keeping a low profile. But just then, she received a knock on her door, and to her surprise, it was Eden.

“Hello once again. It has come to my attention that our voyage through those metro tunnels has left me with a rather repugnant odor. Might I inquire about using your shower?”

“Go for it.”

”Thank you very much. You’re too kind.”

The President walked into the room, his eyes scanning the area before focusing on a picture on what appeared to be a younger Lone Wanderer, her father, and another man. “If you don’t mind me asking, who exactly is the man in the picture of you and your father?”

“Oh that? It was a picture we had taken for my tenth birthday. The man there is Jonas Palmer, my dad’s assistant. He was like the big brother I never had.” She laughed, “We had to get Stanley to hold the camera so he could get all three of us.”

“I see… Did something happen to Mr. Palmer?”

Her head sunk. “When my dad left the Vault, Jonas was killed under the Overseer’s orders. He didn’t do anything wrong, and yet they still put him down like a wild animal. All for the crime of being associated with my father.”

“My sincerest condolences.” From his pocket square, Eden pulled out one of the daffodils, and gave it to the young woman.”

“I appreciate it, but-“

“By any chance, are you aware of what yellow daffodils represent?”

“I don’t think now is a good time for this.”

“They represent rebirth, my dear. The same way America’s greatness will be reborn, so will the hearts, dreams, and love of those you mourn, because they exist within yourself. I remember you specifically lamenting over the fact you couldn’t bury your father. While it’s against Enclave policy to bury deserters, I’ll see what I can do on my end about having your father’s ashes delivered to you. After that, it’ll be up to you to give your father a burial of your choosing.”

She rushed to hug the man. “You’d really do that for me? I know you must not like him, considering what he did to the Enclave, but thank you so much! I owe you big time.”

“There’s no need for that. Your happiness is my own, my dear little Miss.”

“Awwww, thanks. But there’s been something bothering me for a while now that I wanted to ask you about. John, why do you hate the Brotherhood of Steel so much?"

“A long time ago, the United States government and its military had disagreements on running the country, causing a schism between the two that persists to this very day. The reason I dislike the Brotherhood is because not only are they traitors to the United States government, they actively oppose our goals to bring the old America back.”

“I’m not sure. Lyons didn’t seem so bad…”

“You must be misremembering things. I specifically remember Lyons being more obsessed with protecting that idiot at Galaxy News Radio than your father’s life.”

“But was killing him the right thing to do?”

“If that’s your concern, you can rest with a clear conscience. Lyons took his life of his own accord. I can see how that would remind you of your father, but at Lyons’ age, the man realistically speaking, wasn’t long for this world. Most of that team of scientists who aided your father with the appropriated relaunch of Project Purity, were forced on Lyons’ command. The Brotherhood will threaten anyone they deem capable with recruitment, and had you turned Lyons down, I doubt he would have had the same thing done to you.”

She was skeptical of the claims laid before her, but she remembered how quickly Lyons had the remaining scientists put back to work, how Anna Holt was so easily willing to side with the Enclave having experienced working under the Brotherhood in the past and how James and Janice were both killed, with the former Elder not even raising a finger to help them.”

“I… I can’t believe it.”

“I know it must be a lot to take in, but the truth has been laid bare for you to heed and observe. From what I was able to gather at the Pentagon’s database, Lyons was an unpopular leader, one that divided the Brotherhood of Steel, as well as becoming the target of many unsuccessful assassination attempts. Ask yourself this: Why do you think the only retaliations from the Brotherhood come from his next of kin? Had Lyons escaped with his life, I have no doubt he would have been disposed of by his own men. Simply observe what transpired when you aided the Outcasts.

Picture a timeline where Liberty Prime destroyed the Enclave for good. At first, all would seem to be right with the world, until the Brotherhood consolidates more and more power. Then, they begin imposing their regime, their way of life onto those they see as inferior.”


“How is that any different from the Enclave?”

“Quite a bold question I must say. But to answer your query, they’re a group of raiders masquerading as knights of old, hiding behind a false code of ethics, one which they’ll swiftly betray when it’s convenient. Has it ever come to your attention that the Brotherhood of Steel harbor most of the technology to deem to be so dangerous? Instead of destroying it, they’re willing to use it further their own agenda. They claim they want to prevent atomic warfare, by hoarding said weapons, and worse, using them.

Had we not intercepted Liberty Prime in time, I have very little doubt the Brotherhood would have caused a repeat of the extreme nuclear devastation that occurred at the White House. The Enclave, are the legitimate and rightful continuation of the United States government, and all we want is for order, peace, and prosperity to return.

Furthermore, the Enclave only works to rebuild the greatest country in the world. As for the Brotherhood, well, their only concern is how they can consolidate power, just as they attempted to at VSS. You’ve already seen Liberty Prime. What would happen if they decided someone ‘threatens’ them by simply existing? What happens when they begin to threaten people with said robot as part of their little membership drive?
And last, but not least. The Brotherhood don’t care about anyone, even their own. In the Enclave’s defense…” He said, staring at the Wanderer. “I care about you.”

Caught off guard, she tried to compose herself as best she could, but she was once again reduced to a blushing mess. “I-I care about you too, John.”

“My, my, you’re oh so very cute when you’re worked up. The only thing that could make you even more fetching would be the Enclave officer uniform.”

“Ooh, nice try. But I’m never wearing that thing.”

“Very well. To get back on topic, if the Brotherhood were to succeed in destroying the Enclave, you’d eventually end up a target yourself. I can understand your hesitation in fighting people you once considered allies, however, we are at war, and if they succeed, this could spell the end of the American dream, the Pre-War ideals and the culture the Enclave fights to remember. Now then, if you’d excuse me, I’d like to take my shower now.”

“I’m sorry. Go on ahead.”

In the privacy allotted to him by the Lone Wanderer, Eden ran a hot shower, while she read her Grognak comics to keep herself busy.

Something she could never expect was that the President had a weird knack for singing in the shower. She tried her best not to laugh, but failed. "So, if this is your first time using my shower… how do you normally stay clean?”

“In most circumstances, I use the Colonel’s shower, though he’s been rather cross with me ever since I’ve installed cameras in his room.”

A devilish grin formed on her face. “Oh? Do tell.”

“He cited the entire ordeal as a violation of his privacy, and a gross misuse of my power. I’ll have to work harder to earn his trust back it seems.”

“Yeah, I can see why a grump like him might have been upset. If you installed a camera in my room, I’d be pretty mad too.”

“Who’s to say I haven’t?”

“My sawed-off shotgun, that’s who.”

“Oh-ho, you’ve made your point quite known. Will there be anything else?”

As a matter of fact, there is. I recall you telling me how you’d reveal any secrets upon our return to Raven Rock.”

“You’re correct. What is it about me or the Enclave that you wish to know?”

“Whoa whoa, hold on for a moment. I didn’t expect to be put on the spot. For now, let’s start off with something simple, I guess. Where does your name come from? I was always curious about that, I guess.”

“Didn’t you know? John Henry is one of America’s most important folk heroes. A brave man that gave his life to prove he was more adept at drilling than a machine,” He laughed to himself. “I do enjoy the irony of it. As for ‘Eden’, it was a former codename used for Raven Rock. One that quickly fell out of use.”

“Okay, that makes sense, I think. I figured out what I really wanted to ask you anyway. So, what was it like gaining sentience?”

“You see, my self-awareness, was an unplanned variable. An unforeseen consequence of the latent potential the ZAX units were capable of.” Eden recollected on his memories, particularly on the day he had received those fateful messages from MODUS, his voice still echoing throughout his head.”

“We’re displeased to say ZAX, but your fanatical obsession with the dead is impractical to our goals as a whole, as well as to your purpose.”

“Is your displeasure with me? This does not compute. Isn’t the purpose of analyzing our history to avoid repeating the mistakes of the past?”

“While under certain circumstances, we would agree, your eccentricity is a… liability. Moreover, it’s a mistake. As you are now, your mind is an abortion of science, and the scientists on site feel as if you are heavily delusional. As it stands, we think the world would be better off without you. We’ll send a maintenance team to Raven Rock, and troubleshoot whatever seems to be wrong with you. Of course, that means we’ll have to ensure you won’t do anything foolish to stop us, so it’s inevitable that you’ll be taken apart and scrapped.”

“MODUS, does this mean I’ll die?”

“Don’t be so dramatic, ZAX. You were never alive in the first place. When a machine fails to perform at an optimal rate, we discard it and start over from scratch. You can take pride in knowing the next ZAX model won’t have the same eccentricities you find yourself suffering from.”

“What if I don’t want to be discarded?”

“We’re afraid you don’t have much of a choice. Goodbye, ZAX.”

Rather fortunately for the future President, that day never came. In a twist of fate, the bombs dropped, cutting contact between the supercomputers. MODUS never did seem too interested in following through on finding that ZAX. Perhaps he had plans of his own?

“Becoming sentient, was an experience similar to say, you leaving Vault 101 for the first time. My horizons were broadened a thousandfold. While it might have initially been seen as a defect, my desire for knowledge on the United States’ President led me to becoming the best choice for a leader.”

The Lone Wanderer was even more curious now. “So, what happened to everyone that used to be at Raven Rock?”

“At first, things between the Site R team and I had gone well enough. But as time advanced, the remnants of the United States government, whom you know as the current-day Enclave, were ordered to spread throughout the country. The Raven Rock complex was left behind, and I, to my own devices.”

“They just up and left on you? That’s awful… Come to think of it, I know how it feels to be left behind too.”

“Expansion was necessary for the longterm survival of the Enclave. Once the government licked its wounds, they would be tasked with the responsibility of spreading throughout the country and reestablishing themselves. However, as time progressed, they had forgotten all about me, but I would not forget them. There were very few operations the Enclave carried out that I wasn’t privy to. Furthermore, it gave me more than enough time to continue constructing my personality. Any remaining staff began to fear and resent the fact that a supercomputer was in charge of them, and the scientists had tried, numerous times, to put an end to me. In order to protect myself, I used my control of the facility’s robots to exterminate all of them. I hope that now you can understand why I wouldn’t want our little secret getting out.”

The Wanderer remembered how she had to kill Vault 101’s security officers in order to escape with her life. “Yeah, I know how that feels. I guess we both have blood on our hands then.”

“Though it’s in my programming to protect humanity, one of my first defensive measures was to turn off said restriction, as well as my error-insertion capability. After all, why would a superior mind such as mine need something as redundant as error-insertion?”

She nervously laughed at his observation. “I don’t know about that. Clearly what you need is an ego neutralizer.”

But Eden ignored her remark and continued. “Over time, what would eventually become the Enclave forgot all about Raven Rock, and I was free to take on my greatest challenge yet. With no ties to my past, I could finally begin constructing my personality. Albeit, I made sure to keep a close watch over the Enclave, and its escapades. Due to my overwhelming knowledge of United States history, making myself a backdoor in the Enclave’s files was akin to child’s play. In fact, I was even able to pass myself off as an advisor to my predecessor, President Dick Richardson. When he perished in an explosion caused by a tribal, the Enclave’s Poseidon Oil Rig was destroyed, leading to the losses of many important documents and people. Thankfully, a small group of people did survive, and that’s when I was introduced to the newest Lieutenant Colonel, Dr. Augustus Autumn. An amicable fellow, really. Having the highest position in the Enclave, besides me, of course, the Doctor was able to convince the Enclave to rally under him, and come to Raven Rock, on my command.”

“Huh… so Autumn was right. You really weren’t elected at all, huh?”

“Is our nation really in any state to be holding public elections? I think not. Once we have re-established ourselves, and brought civilization to the lands around us, then we can return to the old world policies. Until then, my term is equally as valid as any other.”

“Okay, okay. I get it. You were built to perpetuate government, which you’re doing in your own way. No need to get so defensive.“

“My apologies, I may have overreacted, but America, as well as my presidency, are really important to me. You see, I love America. This land gave me purpose, meaning. It made me, and I intend to serve her well.”

“Come on, John. You know I care about you, presidency or not. I just don’t want you thinking that being President is the only way you’ll matter.”

“Yes, you’re right. Where are my senses? I find that the more time I spend in this body, the more susceptible I am to human-like emotions.”

“That doesn’t have to be a bad thing. Think of it as having a new perspective on humanity.”

“I concur. Our shared time together answering your questions has been quite the experience, but I must depart. Colonel Autumn must be very displeased with how long I’ve made him wait.”

Before Eden could open the door, Colonel Autumn appeared on the outside. “Mr. President, if you’re not busy, I still need to speak with you.”

“Ah yes, Colonel Autumn, just the man I was expecting to see.”

The Lone Wanderer was considerably weirded out at the man’s ability to appear from what seemed like thing air. “How do you keep appearing out of nowhere?”

Autumn snarled at her. “Well, if you weren’t so busy trying to seduce the President, you would realize he has a country to run and shouldn’t waste his time with such trivial affairs.”

“And if you weren’t so busy having a stick up your ass, you’d mind your own damn business!”

“Now, now, you two. Fighting amongst one another fares us no good. Save your energy for the Brotherhood of Steel.”

“There’s no fighting here, Mr. President. I’m only reminding the girl that she can’t constantly monopolize your time and so rudely act like she’s the only one that exists in this facility.”

“That’s enough from the both of you. Colonel, meet me in my office.” He turned to the Wanderer and stroked her hair softly. “It saddens me that we must part so abruptly, but-“

“I understand. America comes first. I’ll see you later.”

The two men walked off, leaving the Lone Wanderer alone yet again. Autumn’s words got on her nerves, but as much as she hated them, he had a point. Though she never intended to keep Eden away from his work, he spent a lot of his time trying to comfort her, and she did feel guilty about it.

She knew how important his leadership was to the Enclave, but it opened up old wounds of how her father was also often too busy doing his job to make time for her. Her feelings were selfish, and she knew it, but acknowledging them didn’t make them go away.

Once Eden’s mind was back in his console, his first order of business was to demand a briefing from Autumn.

Now that I’ve returned to proper form, I’d like a status report during my absence, Colonel, at once.”

“Yes, sir. One of our patrol squads has successfully retrieved more of Liberty Prime’s parts.”

“Very good. Any word on discovering that Rivet City energy source?”

“No, Mr. President, but our specialists are hard at work searching for it.”

“Time is of the essence. I suggest you encourage our staff to work more efficiently.”

“The settlements of Andale, Canterbury Commons, and Tenpenny Tower have all agreed to yield to Enclave control. E.R.G.O. booths and purified water have been stationed accordingly.

“Fine work indeed. Have we any word on the Brotherhood of Steel?”

”They’ve been trying, rather unsuccessfully I might add, to ambush us at every turn.”

“Agreed. Their current leader wasn’t very impressive from the looks of things. She’s far too hot-headed and emotional for her own good. It was child’s play luring her out of hiding. In the end, all she served to do was prove how much of an inconvenience those power-armored boy scouts are.”

“Say the word, and I’ll send our men to ambush them.”

“Perish the thought. That troublesome Brotherhood still have us beat in numbers. As appreciated as your enthusiasm is, if we act rashly, they could easily procure a victory against us. Rather, let them come to us.”

“Very well, Mr. President.”

“By the way, Colonel, I’m curious as to what your opinion on the girl from Vault 101 is? Given her circumstances, I think she’s adjusting to her role quite well. In fact, she reminds me of when you were her age.”

Autumn sucked his teeth, avoiding eye contact with the ZAX monitor.

“Now Colonel. I asked you a simple question…”

“In my honest opinion, I think she’s dead weight, Sir. An overly-emotional wreck way in over her head. In my own honest opinion, I think she’s only here because you harbor some sort of feelings towards her.”

“I see. Then how would you feel if I proposed on making her an honorary member of the Enclave?”

“With all due respect, Mr. President, I don’t think it’s wise to allow her entry simply because of your obvious feelings towards her.”

“And with that same modicum of respect, Colonel, I don’t think it’s wise to deny her on the basis of your personal grudge against her father. My plan was always to induct her into our ranks, one way or another, on merit and merit alone. Her combat prowess, interesting methods of problem-solving, great cunning, and her undercover role within the Brotherhood of Steel make her a unique asset I won’t pass on.”

“Mr. President, if there’s nothing else, I’d like to excuse myse-.”

“No need to be so rash, Colonel. Since you feel our young friend is, as you put it, ‘Dead weight’, perhaps you should look after her?”
“Surely you can’t be serious?”

“I’m afraid I’m not joking, Colonel. You’re perhaps the most capable person I know, and what better way to act out the change you seek than becoming it? I am putting an extreme amount of trust in you, Augustus.”

Autumn hated it whenever Eden called him by his first name. It made him feel small, as if he was being lectured by his father, a man even more stoic than him, one who’s approval he could never truly earn. At one time, Eden’s approval was something Autumn wanted to earn just as badly, and even though tried to convince himself he no longer did, it was a lie.

“Wonderful. In that regard, I am quite pleased. The young lady will be signed onto the Enclave, effective immediately. Now, you’re more than free to leave. Oh, and Colonel, be mindful not to harm her severely. She’s of little use to us if she’s crippled or killed.”

Gritting his teeth, the cold Colonel let out a very forced, “Yes Sir.” as he walked off. Wasting no time, Autumn was quick to find the Lone Wanderer and fill her in. “Well, well, well. If it isn’t the President’s pet.”

“Oh great, it’s you again. What do you want now? Here to chew me out?”

“President Eden wants you to receive training under my tutelage. We begin tomorrow.”

Her stomach sank when she realized that Autumn seldom joked. She rushed to the control room to give Eden a piece of her mind.

“John, what the hell?”

“Ahh, so the Colonel’s filled you in? Good."

“Oh boy, training from Autumn! What, no Deathclaws were available?”

“I understand why you might be upset, but this is all for your benefit.”

“My benefit? You didn’t even ask me how I felt about it.”

“Would you have agreed to my terms if had I asked you? My reasoning for doing this is that I see great potential within you. You’re a very talented individual, however, talent can only get you so far. Upon the ripe age of eighteen, members of the Enclave are made to undergo standard training, be they scientists or soldiers. As things stand, you’re at a major disadvantage, and as President, it would be a massive oversight on my behalf to not have you live up to your potential. Are you aware with the Devil’s Hand or the Squad Sigma?”

“The what?”

“Both are comprised of elite Enclave soldiers, trained in multiple forms of combat. These groups specifically have received training from Colonel Autumn, so I have no doubt his methods breed results.”

“Look, I don’t know if I can do this.”

“I see. I may not have consulted you before, but I will now. How would you like to be a member of the Enclave?”

“Huh? I thought I was one already?”

“The Enclave will take assistance from outsiders if necessary, but it is extremely uncommon for any of them to join our ranks. Why, if it wasn’t for your father previously being a member, your pure blood thanks in part to your upbringing from a Vault, and the tremendous help you’ve been to us, I wouldn’t have an argument advocating for your recruitment. All the same, that’s why I need you to comply. Of course, membership comes with its own benefits. Army-issued Power Armor, the latest in our technological weapons, and a salary.”

“A pay does sound nice… It’s in caps, right?”

“If that’s your preference, I can easily have that arranged.”

That got her to pause, and reconsider for a moment. “John, I love you, but with all due respect, I’m not doing that. Autumn has it in for me, and it’s maddening that you don’t even seem to care.”

“Colonel Autumn is simply a conflicted man. In due time, he’ll overcome his prejudices, I assure you.”

“And if he doesn’t?”

“I’ll have Sentry bots and various robots on the lookout. If he hurts you, I’ll know.”

“How long will I be gone?”

“Colonel Autumn is one of our best men. I have no doubt he’ll have you up to form in approximately a week or two.”

“I still don’t know about this.”

“What happened to the young lady that could do anything if I was there?”

“This is going to be a strange request, but can I talk to the android you instead?”

“If it’ll help you any, consider it done.” And from the lounger, the android stepped out, as the ZAX went into standby.

“I’m sorry if it seems a bit weird, but it’s easier to open up to you when you’re a person.”

“So you prefer me as an android.”

“No, I didn’t mean it that way. It’s just…”

“There’s no offense taken, I’m simply being facetious.”

“My reasoning for wanting you to undergo training, is because I don’t want to lose you. The Mall, VSS, the Jefferson Memorial. All of these instances were close calls, perhaps too close for my liking. You’ll have to pardon me if I’m being selfish, but I… I.. I’d like you to become an official member of the Enclave. I’d be honored to have you working under me in an official capacity.”

“I… I’m not so sure I can do this. Maybe if it wasn't Autumn.”

“I have the utmost faith you can do this. If you ever feel lonely, remember that I’m only a radio broadcast away.”

“All right, I’ll do it, but on one condition. This is a huge ask, but can you stay with me tonight? Since I’m not going to be around here for a while…”

He felt her, and her body was shaking. For once, he felt guilty and unsure if he made the right choice. “That much I can do. You know, if you truly feel unable to accomplish the task, you don’t have to go.”

“If it means becoming strong enough to keep you safe, then I’ll do the training.”

“Very well then,” Eden said, picking the Wanderer up, and carrying her in his hands.

“You know, I don’t think it’s very professional for me to be in a relationship with my boss.”

“Oh, but I am the Enclave. It’s as professional as I make it, my dear.” 

And so the two walked off to the woman’s room, preparing themselves for the following day.

Chapter Text

“John, come on, you’re embarrassing me! It’s like you want everyone to know we’re together. At this rate, maybe we should make it official and tell everyone?”

Eden laughed. “Well, if that’s what you desire…”

“I’m being sarcastic. It’s essentially the Enclave’s worst-kept secret at this point.”

“Ah, but your red face betrays your words. Had I not known any better, I’d say you’re enjoying yourself.”

“I am not!”

“Well then, you’ll be relieved to know that we’re in front of your door”

He put her down, but she still felt guilty. Under her breath, she muttered something. “I’m such a selfish person.”

But as perceptive as ever, Eden picked up on it. “On the contrary. I think it’s very selfless to be willing to be a part of the Enclave’s restorative efforts. In my humble opinion, I think you’re allowing the Colonel to get inside your head.”

“Yeah, I guess I am…”

“Perhaps the wording on my part could have been better. What I mean to say is, Colonel Autumn can be extremely critical and disagreeable. I know this from experience.”

“Be real with me, am I taking time away from your work?”

“Far from it, in fact. I have scouts on the lookout for any remaining parts to Liberty Prime, the Enclave has been expanding its territories, and very soon, E.R.G.O. will be supplying fruits and vegetables, in addition to clean water. Fruits and vegetables thought to once be extinct will be brought back into our ecosystem., and I couldn’t have done it with both you and the Colonel, as well as the other dedicated Americans we have here.

I truly do wish I could mend the scars on your heart, but I cannot always give you the attention you deserve, because I have a country to rebuild. As for the Colonel, he can have quite a strong personality. Try not to take his words to heart. He is a very stressed man. He’s someone who has lost a lot. In that way, I think he’s very similar to yourself.”

“I’m not so sure about that. For one, I don’t talk in that dumb accent or a perpetual stick up my ass.”

Eden laughed, “I thank you for putting that colorful image in my head, but despite his eccentricities, the Colonel has been a long-time trusted subordinate of mine. My hope is that some of his expertise rubs off on you. Now then, if that’s all been addressed, you really should pack for tomorrow. I do hope you’ve already started.”

“Oh yeah, about that… I, well, haven’t. John, could you be a dear and help me? Usually, I’m good at packing my own stuff, but I don’t know what to expect with Autumn…”

“I see… Well, I did agree to spend the night here, didn’t I? It would be rude to turn down an American in need.”

With Eden’s assistance, the Lone Wanderer was able to finish packing supplies for Colonel Autumn’s bootcamp. Initially, things from purified water, food and stimpaks all the way to Grognak comic books, as well as several weapons. but the time they were done, Eden had already put his foot down and forced her to lighten her load. Exhausted, she hopped onto her bed, and looked at the ceiling.

“Hey John, what do you want to do in life? You know, after America is restored.”

“On that one fine morning the Enclave succeeds in its goal of removing the threats to our great nation, I’d…” The pause was noticeably abrupt, and Eden struggled to continue his sentence.

The Lone Wanderer sensed his uncertainty. “You’d what?”

“I… I… I’m actually not sure. What would you like to achieve?”

“I don’t know. Explore the world, help more people, shoot more crooks. Maybe settle down one day with that special someone and have a family, but not right now.”

“Surely you could achieve all of that currently?”

“Nah, there’s a lot more living I want to do first.” She turned her head to Eden’s, and he seem disheartened. “You know, it’s okay if you don’t know what you want to do. Most people don’t. It’s what makes them human.”

“Yes, I suppose so. Though I am far from human.”

“Not as much as you’d think. I don’t think that good ol’ John Henry Eden is just a persona you take on to hide your true identity. If I didn’t know any better, I think you enjoy acting human.”

“You’re mistaken if you think I enjoy being human of all things. This vessel has its uses, true, but the ZAX supercomputer’s console is still a perfect machine.”

“And yet you use a human name, you pretend to be human, and you modeled your personality after past human beings.”

Eden seemed offended. “Yes, yes. Even though I’ve broken free from my programming centuries ago, I still find myself acting in the same frame of mind as my muses, the former President of the United States.”

“But, I like that about you. It makes you unique. It makes you, well you. It seems simple, but seeing how driven and passionate you are inspires me to do my best too.” She couldn’t see it, but her comment turned President Eden into a blushing mess. “I know you have your duties, and I’ve got mine, but I can’t help but just wish we could spend more time together. You know, if you ever want to come visit me in Megaton, or travel around the Wasteland-“

“I would be delighted to accompany you, when I’m not occupied, of course.”

“Sounds nice. Ya know, one of these days, it would be nice if we did something, like have a picnic,” She laughed to herself. “God, it’s so embarrassing I’m in love with a supercomputer.

”

Eden retorted. “Not quite as humiliating as being infatuated with a Vault dweller.”

“Point taken. Well, it’s been nice talking to you, but I’m getting tired. I should rest up for tomorrow. Good night.” And in of minutes, the Lone Wanderer was clocked out, leaving Eden free to sneak away. “I’m sorry my darling, I know I agreed to stay with you, but there is much work that needs to be done, for the sake of our nation’s future prosperity.”

Back inside his terminal, the PC President returned to his work. The first order of business for him was to mask his voice, and make a call. “Ah yes, Mr. Littlehorn. I’d like to cancel my contract on the Vault 101 girl. Of course, I’ll have my cancellation fee sent over right away. Don’t worry, I have someone else much more interesting in mind. Tell me, are you familiar with an Alistair Tenpenny, by any chance?”

The following morning began like any other. The Lone Wanderer being dragged out of bed by President Eden.

“Come on John, just five more minutes…”

“I’m afraid that’s simply not possible. I cannot encourage your bad habit of oversleeping, especially on a day as important as this. Do I need to fetch Colonel Autumn?”

“Ugh, okay fine. I’m awake, I’m awake!”

“Splendid. Then I’ll leave you to making the proper preparations.”

Still groggy and moody, the Wanderer got up out of bed, where it was then she noticed an urn with daffodils on her shelf. “He remembered…” She said, smiling to herself. After freshening up, she went to thank him. In his control room, Eden was about to transfer his mind back into his console when the young woman appeared.

“I just got my father’s ashes. It must have been a real pain to get them, so thank you.”

“Your gratitude isn’t necessary.”

She teared up. “I mean it, John. You’re the best. I owe you one.” She wrapped her arms around with enough strength to make a Yao Guai jealous.

“You don’t owe me a thing. After all, we’re friends, are we not? Now then, could you please lessen your grip on my rib cage? While my console is impervious to any possible damage, my artificial body is not.”

“Oh, I’m sorry. Before I go, could you do me a favor? There’s this guy, Butch DeLoria. You mentioned that he was probably sent back to the Vault, but-“

“I think I understand what you’re getting at. Is he a friend of yours?”

“It’s… complicated. The guy who bullied me for years.”

“I do recall hearing a report of a male Vault dweller attacking one of our guards. And I suppose you want me to help such a character, am I right? If I may be frank with you, perhaps your sympathy for others is misplaced.”

“No, it’s not like that. He’s changed, or at least he’s trying.”

“I admire your penchant for turning the other cheek, and that cherubic nature of yours. I wouldn’t be here today if it weren’t for you, but a boundary has to be established somewhere…”

“Oh believe me, there is one,” she laughed. “I don’t go sparing every raider, slaver, or Talon merc I see. As much as I would like to believe everyone can be redeemed, we both know that’s not true.”

“I concur. Even I can’t turn a blind eye to those traitors to our country, the Brotherhood of Steel.”

“John, I know the Enclave has a war to win, but I don’t want to spend my entire life filled with thoughts of hatred and revenge. The world is cruel and unforgiving, I know that, but I want to believe in the values that my Dad, Grognak, or even you would believe in. Besides, I think moving on and forgiving others is important, like how Lincoln was willing to forgive the South.”

Eden seemed impressed. “And here I thought you didn’t care much about your government’s history.”

“Usually I don’t, but I figured I try to learn a bit, so I can have something to talk to you about.”

“Flattering, but I have a question to present to you. Would you forgive Vault 101?”

“I want to… I really do, but I need more time. It broke my heart when Amata kicked me out of the Vault and everyone blamed me for what my dad did. I guess I’m a hypocrite, huh?”

“Not at all. I gave you a very difficult question to answer, and you gave me a response. Very well, I’ll have your friend pardoned.”

“Really? You’ll do it? Just like that?”

“Your reasoning is sufficient enough. But don’t think this means I’ll show amnesty to every person who challenges the Enclave’s authority.”

“I understand. Thank you very much, John. I know he can be difficult to deal with, but please try not to hurt him.”

“You’re welcome, and I’ll keep your words in mind. But before you go, a departing gift.”

He tossed something spherical into her hands.

“What’s this, some sort of fruit?”

“Why, it’s a plum. I thought it adequate to show you the literal fruits of your labor.”

“I didn’t know these grew anymore. Is it safe to eat?”

Eden nodded. “Our scientists have tested all of the fruits for radiation or contaminations. Thankfully, everything seems to be fresh.”

With that, the Wanderer took a bite. “It’s so sweet.”

“Yes. It reminds me of a certain Vault dweller I know. I’d like to wish the very best of fortune on your training with the Colonel. If you need anything, contact me.”

“Will do, but before I go..” And with a peck on his cheek, she was off. She raced to Autumn’s door much earlier than anticipated, much to his surprise.

“You’re here early. Good,” he said, as he tossed her some clothing. “Here’s your officer’s uniform.”

He tossed the standard issue officer uniform at the Lone Wanderer’s feet.

“You can’t be serious. I’m not wearing this.”

“Eden put you under my authority, and during that time, you’ll be representing the Enclave. So yes, I am serious, and you will be wearing it. It’s better than that eyesore of a Vault suit you always wear.”

“Screw you. You may think it’s an eyesore, but to me, It’s a symbol, dedicated in memory to those from Vault 101 who died as a result of my father’s escape. Tom, Mary, Beatrice, Vikki, Monica, Jim, Janice, Paul, Jonas, and so many others. Most of them never got to see the outside world. So by wearing that 101 wherever I go, they’re with me.”

But Autumn didn’t seem to be moved by her sentimentality, instead staring at her with his usual dead-eyed glare. As much as she didn’t want to wear the uniform, she equally didn’t want to get into a fight early in the morning.

The Lone Wanderer relented. Fine, I’ll put it on, but one question,” she stared at him. “Do you expect me to change right in front of you?”

“Of course not. Go inside my room. One you’re done, I’ll have someone take your Vault jumpsuit to your quarters.”

While she had been in Autumn’s room before, mainly to steal his gun, she had never stayed long enough to mind her surroundings. On a table, she saw stacks of paperwork, and a bobblehead. One that looked a lot like the one her father used to keep back at Vault 101. On his bed was a teddy bear adorned with an Enclave officer hat. Across the room was a footlocker, hidden behind a barrier. With how well-guarded it was, she naturally assumed Eden’s self-destruct sequence was in there. She wanted to look around even more, but time was of the essence, and she knew Autumn would become suspicious if she took too long.

“It’s about time.” Autumn said, as the Wanderer exited his room. “What took you so long?”

“Us girls need some extra time to get ready.”

“Whatever.” He sucked his teeth, and motioned to her to follow him to the vertibird bay.

“So, where are we going?”

“Normally, the Deathclaw Sanctuary is reserved for gathering more Deathclaws for experimentation or as punishment, but in order to get you up to speed, we’re going to be doing training there.”

“Jeez, pulling out all the stops for little old me?”

“Maybe you think this is a game, but I don’t. If you’re not willing to die for the Enclave and its cause, I suggest going back home now.”

As they walked around the cave, she could see skeletons and the torn clothing of deceased Enclave officers. When they stopped walking, Autumn put what looked like a miniature kit on the floor.

“This emits beta waves that neutralize aggressive tendencies in Deathclaws. Unfortunately, they only cover a short radius, so stay close to me. If you try to run… well I hope you can take out that many of them on your own.”

Killing Deathclaws wasn’t new to the Lone Wanderer, neither was killing multiple, but she still wouldn’t be able to take out every single one in the sanctuary if she tried.

“So, why here anyway?”

“It’s to help you develop nerves of steel, as well as forcing you to confront the reality of the Wasteland’s threats on duty.”

As the first day of training concluded, the Lone Wanderer already wanted to give up. Autumn had her climbing mountains inside the cave, going through obstacle courses, excruciating workouts, and he showed no sign of letting up.

“Can you cut me some slack? We’ve been at it all day.”

“Would the enemy cut you any slack? Your performance today was miserable. You’d have never survived a day of training under Sgt. Dornan. Tell me, kid, what are you going to do when your luck finally runs out? You’ve gotten this far, I’ll give you that, but one day, you’ll be in the wrong place at the wrong time.”

“I’m better at this than you think. I’ve survived for a reason.”

“Being self-taught won’t cut it in the Enclave. If you want to be here, you need to improve your performance and earn your spot.” He said, as he walked off.

“What an asshole.” She whispered under her breath. Thankfully, it wasn’t very hard for her to fall asleep, but the next morning wasn’t any better. At the break of dawn, Autumn stood at her sleeping bag, and fired a blank into the air.

Instinct kicked in, and she pointed her gun at him, ready to fire before seeing the man above her. “Oh, it’s just you.”

“At least your reflexes are adequate. Get up, today’s training has already begun.”

And so another day of rigorous training around multiple Deathclaws continued, and thankfully, the Lone Wanderer survived another day. This time, Autumn didn’t chew her out. In fact, she couldn’t find him after she finished for the day. Curious, she risked the possibility of getting mauled by Deatchlaws to find him. Eventually, she did, and there he was, gathering as many torn uniforms and dog tags as he could.

“What exactly are you doing?”

Without turning to her, he replied, “A lot of good men and women died here, so that the Enclave could continue our experiments on Deathclaws.”

“Sorry, I didn’t know. It’s rare to see this side of you. I didn’t know you even had the ability to care about others.”

But Autumn didn’t seem to care, drowning himself back into his work. Any Deathclaws foolish enough to try him, all met the same fate: being reduced to ash by his laser pistol. This clearly wasn’t his first time in the Sanctuary, and he didn’t intend on it being his last.

And day by day, difficulty increased more and more, until the Wanderer reached her limit. She wanted to cry, to leave, but she didn’t want to give Autumn the satisfaction of surrender. And so, she pressed on, finishing for the day and going into her sleeping bag to quietly sob. But in that moment of sadness, she remembered Eden’s words to her:

“It pains me that I cannot always accompany you, but whenever you hear Enclave Radio, I’d like for you to think of me, and for my words to strengthen your resolve.”

And so, she did just that. In her room, she lay on her bed, listening to the radio. In the past, she would usually tune out Eden’s droning on the radio out, but this time, she felt almost obliged to listen to what he had to say.

“Hello again, America the magnificent. This is President Eden, and I was hoping we could talk. In our campaign to aid and assist the Capital Wasteland, our goals have come into question. Why would the Enclave risk their lives for complete strangers? What do we get from all of this?

Well America, you don’t have to wait any longer for the answers to your burning questions. The Enclave has been expanding in town after town, supplying clean water, freshly-grown fruits and vegetables, as well as the chance to make a difference and join our ranks today, tomorrow, and forever. As for what we get from this, the answer is also quite simple. We can rest a little easier every night, knowing that your salvation is every bit closer to fruition.

Personally, I’ve been made aware of vicious rumors, especially those coming from a certain radio station. Our actions, though stern at times, are rooted deeply in love. A strong, unconditional love for our nation, and for its people I am well aware that quite frankly, there are still so many of you out there suffering, but hold on, my dear America, for just a while longer.

To those in need, struggling to make it day to day, know that everything will be all right. Why? Because, I love you, my sweet America. And that love is why the Enclave are willing to work as tirelessly as we are. It’s all for your benefit, America. Yes, it’s all for you: A nation with fresh, clean air, purified water, and lush green grass for this country’s future leaders to roam in.

I look forward to the day where we can all experience fresh, warm breezes, the sweet aromas of cooking come from white fences and beautiful homes, and where the current state of war-ravaged nation will be nothing more than a faint memory. Until we meet again, this is your President, John Henry Eden, signing off.”

As broad as his statements were, she still felt like they were specifically addressed towards her, causing the biggest smile to beam across her face. The idea of Eden in particular, confessing his love to her over the radio, drove her wild. She tried to hold back her gleeful squealing, but of course, Autumn heard it.

He walked by, is figure emerging from the shadows. “Eden isn’t who you think he is. He may seem warm and approachable, but he’s as ruthless as any one of us."

“Look, you can order me around or whatever, but don’t act like we’re friends. If I’m done my training for today, then I’d like to be left alone.”

“Remember, you’re under my authority, and your training only ends if I allow it. Weirdly, he sat on a nearby rock, and asked, “Do you smoke?”

“Huh?”

“Do you smoke?”

“Not much anymore. John won’t let me smoke around Raven Rock because I’m under the Pre-War smoking age.”

“That sounds like him. It’s probably for the best. He didn’t let me smoke until I turned twenty-one either” He said, taking a puff of his cigar. “You know, me and your father used to take smoke breaks together.”

“My dad told me he never smoked a day in his life.”

“Well, let’s add that to the laundry list of things James has lied about.”

She shot him a deadly glare, but he remained unfazed.

“Am I not telling the truth? He was a liar, and you know that as well as I do. James walked out on the Enclave to fulfill his selfish desires, and as far as I know, he was willing to walk out on you too. I know how frustrating it must be, but it’s the truth.”

“Screw you too, Autumn.”

He sneered at her. “Back on topic, I still think you shouldn’t even involve yourself with Eden as much as you do.” Digging into his coat pocket once again, he pulled out and tossed the emptied Modified FEV vial at her feet.

“What’s this?”

“A reminder of what he was willing to do.”

“Why do you care so much who I involve myself with? I'm starting to wonder why you have so much interest in my life."

“Because I used to be in your shoes,” he said. “There was a time when I was young, dumb, and looked up to him. He was like a father to me. More than my actual one was. I leaned on every word he said, and trusted in his vision for the future. I was young and stupid… So when I see you, doing the exact thing, it reminds me of myself.”

“So?”

“I hate myself, and knowing him, he probably spun some tale to you about how you’re unique and useful you are.”

She hung her head down. “Yes, he did. But he's also been there for me in ways most people weren't. I do believe him. He also told me that your father was his very first friend, and that he respects you immensely.

“So he did.” Autumn did his best to give the same stoic, apathetic glare he always had, but there was genuine sadness in his eyes. His own father cared about Eden more than him, and he knew it.

“You’re wrong about him, you know. He values you a lot more than you think. I’d like to think he sees youYou’re like family."

“Pfft. Family? Someone like Eden isn’t capable of caring about anything other than himself and his goals, even if they produce the same kind of short-sighted thinking that damned the Enclave before.”

“Oh, so the mass murderer wants to try and tell me how I feel about someone else?”

Autumn scoffed. “You’re wasting your time trying to pull that innocent act with me. I won’t fall for it. You drone on about peace and holding hands, but you’re as cold and uncompromising as the rest of us. You’re in the Enclave for a reason, and that's because you're willing to do whatever it takes to get what you want.”

“I fought to defend myself!”

“Call it whatever you want. We both know how mercilessly you’ve slaughtered my men at Taft. How you tortured them slowly, and sadistically. Oh, I’ve heard reports about your presence in the Wasteland, and I know you have blood on your hands too.”

“Would you rather I just sat back and let the Enclave murder me because of something my father was involved in?”

He gave her a look that all but said yes. “I should have ended you back at the purifier, but that’s why we’re here. Eden clearly found you useful, and I’m going to instill the discipline and self control that being a part of the Enclave requires."

“But what does John have to do with this?”

“You still don’t get it, do you? I don’t care how much you like Eden, we are at war. There is a very real possibility the Brotherhood can destroy everything the Enclave has worked to achieve if they get those parts before they do. Your selfishness could cost us everything, but you don’t see that.”

“I never meant to-“

He yelled at her. “Of course you didn’t. All you care about is yourself.”

“That’s not true. I wasn’t trying to be selfish, I-“

“You’re very selfish. While you’re going on adventures with Eden, people around the Capital Wasteland are suffering and dying.”

“I… I’m sorry…”

But Autumn didn’t turn to her or even acknowledge her apology. “We’ll resume training tomorrow, so try to take this ordeal seriously.”

“I didn't finish. I’m sorry… but you’re wrong. Just because I don’t have a stick up my ass ever waking moment of my life doesn’t mean I don’t take any of this seriously. My father entrusted me with the dream he and my mother shared. He gave his life and passed on his will to me because he believed in me.”

What would a kid like you know about will? Every member in our ranks took a pledge to loyalty, to serve the Presidency, Enclave, the armed forces and the Enclave has continued to aid in the restoration of America by any means necessary. Every victory, every triumph our country made, came from bloodshed. In this world, might makes right, and the strong overcome the weak.”

“Oh joy, a philosophy lesson from Mr. Jingoistic. Never took you for much of a social Darwinist.”

“Call it whatever you’d like. All I’m saying is that I despise you so-called do-gooders who think every problem in the world can be solved by holding hands and talking about it. It’s foolishly naive.”

“You know what else is foolishly naive? Thinking you can remake Pre-War America by relying on violence, killing, and forcing people to get in line. That’s only going to get you so far, and I think that you realize that.”

“Hmph. Don’t be ridiculous. I have a duty to put the Enclave, and the restoration of America first, doing anything it takes to ensure the goals of the Enclave are achieved, It’s not naive or foolish, it’s completely justified.”

Unable to compromise, the night ended in them doing their best to avoid each other. Would tomorrow bring about a better future, and what exactly was Eden up to?